Perfectly happy to let ribbons wrap around an impervious metal arm, and then let said arm's plates flare up with spikes like knives to shred them, Soldat tries to keep themselves between the reaching tendrils and Raven. She's doing good work, better than they could do to protect the mirror, so they shift the majority of their focus to her.

The equalizer gun is still pretty useful, firing from their right hand while the left windmills and slices.