"How ya doin', big guy?" Dodo calls.
"B-rank my ass!" you yell back, taking quick stock--okay, the damage was minimal (just exceedingly, exceedingly painful), and if nothing else that dash-punch alone jumped your charge up ten percent. It's floating up around 17% now.
You're reminded of your enemy by a volley of plasma launched downrange. You jump the first, charged blast, and twist your body to evade a follow-up bombardment of weaker shots. You raise your arm and return fire, forcing him to move. Quickly, you dash at him again, and once again he takes to the wall. Not this time, buddy.
He vaults as you surge forward--only this time, two things are different. He doesn't have a shot to cover behind, and you know what he's up to. You catch yourself on your feet, and hop backwards, engaging your dash as you angle it forward. You moonslide beneath X, taking your lance in both hands as you match his speed. He twists in midair, trying to set up to defend, firing his half-charged shot to try to dislodge you, but you're committed. He comes down, and you swing for the fences.
X flies across the room, impacting on the far wall with a deep slash through his torso, the deep wound sparking inside. If he can register pain, he doesn't show it, hauling himself up, much as you just did. For the moment, the momentum is yours.