| Metal Man shook his head, staring at the strange thing which just appeared from thin air.
"You really are weird, aren't you? Well, no matter, you've only dented my helmet. And I'm sure it's only a model."
He chuckled to himself.
"I think I'll fight both of you, then... right here."
He flew to where they currently were, and then... well, he didn't stop flying. He was like a metallic missle with no brakes--and he would be able to steer himself to constantly chase Vapor like a homing missile. The sun glinted a whole lot off of him as the smell of jet fuel filled the air and the roar of jets did too. It got a lot hotter in that area as the Metal Man would repeatedly attempt to ram and crash into Vapor and his mount with his fist, head, and feet.
After a few go-rounds, he'd become sick of it and try to grab them both and fall to the ground with them... ...with them both under his feet, so they'd be brutally crushed, if it worked. He had that same manic look on his face, and his stance was relaxed--apparently he knew not to be surprised by anything this foe did anymore.
A pity, as that had been one of his foe's best moves in this fight. |