| Metal Man smacked his computer. It had, once again, become sentient and said something completely out of his character. However he had little time to think about that, as the hydrochloric acid barrage was going to be dangerous. At least his undersuit had blocked the attempt at his flesh--it would be a rare event for anyone who hadn't totally killed him to actually touch that.
Metal Man flicked a finger as if the acid was nothing. "Tsk tsk tsk. You are using science against a man who was resurrected by it. No points for you."
Metal Man did a short leap, before suddenly sinking beneath the ground. His immense weight plus his fire jets had... allowed him to make a hole there. All the acid in the world couldn't quite make it after him; he began tunnelling through the ground with his raw strength, moving in ways which would frustrate the acid--although it had both polished and worn down his suit some. He would soon reappear, out of the ground, smirking.
Let me first settle some business.
He turned to his helmet, and smacked it good. "Don't interrupt me again, Mr. Computer! I'm busy killing people!" *SMACK* "Yeah! I'll kill you next if you do that again!"
Metal Man then regained his composure, then picking up the busted organ thingy.
"I think I found my new favorite throwing object."
He lit it on fire, and between that and all the acid that had been thrown around, the area smelled of brimstone. He then hurled it at Vapor and the oxygen rich air that was most likely left behind from bizarre hydrogen works. Thus... turning it into a bomb.
The man then turned and ran at his erstwhile bizarre foe, speaking some more as the shiny armor's reflected sunlight angled at his foe's eyes, possibly blinding him. "Variety is the spice of life. But I am the spice of death, foolish fool! Death, like me, uses plenty of repetition. Do you not know how he uses the same scythe all the time? Away with you, petty foe!"
The man reached his foe and then began berserkly swinging punches and kicks at Vapor, spinning around him like a whirlwind; if the organ attack had succeded, his foe would have it stuck on his head AND be on fire, too.
The man's incessant laughter filled the air, creepily, as the clanking and smacking going on continued. |