Even lost in the fun of pummeling away at his friend, Bear never forgot the real purpose of why they were there. Oh it was fun hitting Sin. That never got old. Yet after mentally ticking off a thirty second count the big guy came to a dead stop. There was no sign of any exhaustion at all, or even the faintest hint of sweat on his brow. The suit felt nice; light and stretchy in all the right ways. With a chuckle Bear nodded to himself, even as Sinjin began to hurl those blades his way. He made no effort to blood or dodge a single attack, and even turned to look towards Ben...completely ignoring Sin for the present.
"It feels good. Kind of like a hug, but for my body. How do you get it so light like this?" The few times he had ever bothered with armor; beyond the protective goggles that his handler made him wear to keep his eyes safe, the gear always felt like it was getting in the way. When those psionic knives started hitting the armor Bear's body moved back a little, from the force of the impact, but after gazing down to check on the suit for a second the large man turned his attention back to Ben again. "Do you think you could make it in like black and grey? Think that would look really cool."
Thirty seconds were counted down; using the good old fashion 'one Mississippi, two Mississippi' method, and when it was over the massive man just reached down to grab the previously discard baseball bat...and finally turned to grin at Sin. "My turn!" With a booming laugh the big lug charge once more, that crack of the bat echoing out as the large agent started to swing away again and again. As if he was trying to beat candy out of his friend as though the blonde was a human sized pinata.