Previously:
"Uh... yeah." Steve replied, now scrutinising Seras carefully again. She had that awkward look again, like she was scrabbling for anything profound she could think to say, anything that would sound impressive or thought-provoking. He recognised that look, he'd seen it on the faces of young soldiers, S.H.I.E.L.D agents and such ever since he'd been unfrozen. Before that, he knew he'd used himself. He chuckled suddenly, breaking the silence.
"You don't have to keep doing that, you know."
Back in the moment:
Captain America dived through the air, snatching his shield and rolling into a stalking crouch. Whirling around to acknowledge Joel, he nodded and began to charge through the Huntsmen. Smashing foes aside with his shield, shouldering them out of the way, kicking them across the battlefield and leaping gracefully over their heads, he fought a running battle towards the carrier. While the force that he applied to each blow was more than a normal human was capable of, he focused more on fighting evasively and covering the distance than on efficient destruction.
Still in the carrier, side by side with Kenna, Joanna intercepted the demoknights that were attacking her and Kenna. She sought to deflect the blows of the knight that attacked Kenna from behind, but apart from this, she had to focus most of her efforts of fending off the flurry of attacks from her own assailant. As it attacked her, she parried its strikes with a series of deft flicks of her own swords, followed up with a sidestep to avoid a vicious overhead chop from its claymore. As the heavy blade struck the ground, she thrust her straightsword into the back of one of its knee joints with an elegant curving jab, then dragged her scimitar upwards beneath it's jawline, seeking to part its head from its neck
