| The man knew the damage was imminent. However, faster than he could react, the cooling systems in his body slapped into overdrive, putting out the fires and balancing things. The pain was felt, but was far from lethal thanks to advanced technology.
Metal Man took a moment to breathe in and exhale, before staring at Vapor with his enlarged left eye.
"Fool. My insides are not that easy to destroy! As long as my armor functions, I am unstoppable!"
He then leaned forward, throwing his body weight, and, seemingly, his forehead at Vapor--but it was not to be. He punched the ground and flipped himself into the air, then flying above the snake and eventually, diagonally behind his head. He smelled the fresh air from his burnt nostrils, his appearance looking a bit darker and more sinister from the charring.
He tasted the air a bit, judging the wind, and then floated down to where Vapor was.
"Get a load of THIS!"
The man's jet's engaged to maximum power. As Vapor was either fog, oxygen, or some other gas, he would probably appreciate the horrifying sensibilities of what happens when that's heated up.
The weakly connected molecules in any gas, especially Vapor, generally expands when it is heated. Being exposed to the great heat of the moment, Vapor's very being would feel like it was ripping apart, disintegrating. If it were even mildly flammable, it'd have been combusted away.
The man floated there, relentlessly chasing his foe if he tried to vanish. If he tried to get close he'd back away this time--it would be questionable if he could fool Metal Man like he did earlier again.
The man's burnt visage stared piercingly at his foe, judging him subhuman and foolish. His teeth stuck out and a nasty way as he had his burnt tongue poking out just a little--the look of one who is concentrating, or at least the look of Metal Man's concentration.
He had nary a care for the horrible fuel consumption. |