Metal Man!

[1-up Salesman]

To get more experience with Gunjin, I would like to try another battle with Metal Man.

[Metal Man]

If you can withstand a single punch without resorting to ignoring its existence, mayhaps.

Please post your character and arena first, then.

[1-up Salesman]

My character will be Sin, but he will be a more complex character than last time I used him. The battlefield is the futuristic city of Metropolis.

[Vapor]

Metal Man dislikes you enough already

[Metal Man]

So... make your post first, since I don't want to assume what you mean by 'Metropolis' and such. I'll be waiting.

[1-up Salesman]

OOC: Alright./

Sin appeared in the dark alley, unseen. He had heard of this..'Metal Man.'
Apparently he was a strong fighter. Since the city was so advanced in technology, this would be the place to find him.

Clawed Gauntlets appeared on Sin's hands, which he used to climb up the building. At the top, his form changed into a black raven, which he used to hunt for the fighter.

OOC: Eh, couldn't think of anything else for the first post./

[Metal Man]

A rip in time appeared, and the Metal Man strode through it, scoffing at the city. His home land was at least twice as advanced, in his mind. People and cars and other things moved out of the way, as the strangely anachronistic man covered in armor wandered through the city. Oddly, he didn't break a single thing, and moved too smoothly for anyone to bother telling him to stop.

After a short walk through gleaming streets and across many pathways, he came upon something more familiar: a building, an alley, and an abnormal energy signature flying above the building.

"Hmph. This target isn't even worth my fists." He took out his black pistol and aimed into the air, coincidentally at a speck that was also black. "Hm." He screwed on an attachment to the barrel to give the gun a far higher accuracy; a longer barrel. It was almost comically long, but his foe was far in the sky, and he wasn't about to try to leap after it.

He idly craned his shining silver arm in the sky, locking on to his target in his visor. "Hope you like exploding bullets, coward. 'Cuz I've got plenty of them for you!" Some people stopped and stared as the man began shooting, seemingly at nothing. This was due to the far distance.

Sin, whether or not he had taken evasive action, would soon face 5-foot diameter spherical explosions appearing in the sky to the left, right, and directly at him. It would be obvious to him the man down below was shooting. The long barrel, the muzzle flashes, the ejected cartridges on the ground.

The man on the ground shot at the crow with all the interest of a garbage man throwing away their ten millionth batch of garbage. With an annoyed frown on his face, he reloaded after firing his 10th shot. "Stupid things. I'd just punch him if he wasn't a miserable coward for thinking he'd sneak up on me. Picking this city full of people who'll just get in the way... he clearly just wants to make a mess and slow me down." *Cha-CHIK* "I think I'll kill him twice before he hits the ground, instead."

The man looked tot he skies again, waiting to see the results of his first 10 shots and where his foe was now... he clenched his left fist.

[1-up Salesman]

OOC: /


The bird..or..Sin heard a loud noise. Like a gun shot. Oh, it was a gun shot. Oh, and he was the one being shot at. He looked down to see a large silver spot..
Yep, that was who he was looking for.

Nearly getting his wings blown off, Sin flew downward, then changing back to his normal form. "So..you're Metal Man."

For his first weapon, a flail appeared in Sin's hand.

"A flail? You're surely going to be dead if you're going to use old-school weaponry."

[Metal Man]

The man then raised his gun and fired a shot at the man's shoulder, then another at his feet, then another at the flail itself, without changing position. The people had long fled after he had shown his explosive might. He frowned intently at his foe. "You don't even look like you come from a time where flails are used. The worst you might do is poke me."

He nonchalantly fired two more shots at his foe's midsection. Even if they missed, the shots would readily reduce concrete into deadly shrapnel and create craters that one could easily fall into. Standing tall and very still, he waved his gun around a little.

"Are you going to fight me, or just stand there while I shoot you to death? Wait. Don't answer." He shot again at his opponent's left knee.

[1-up Salesman]

OOC: /

Ouch. Sin had just found him, and already he had been shot about ten times.

Sin grabbed the pistol, trying to pull it away. Metal Man's grip tightened.

Metal Man didn't let the pistol go. He grabbed Sin by the arm, and threw him.

[Metal Man]

OOC: Sorry, no godmodding. Redo that post.

[1-up Salesman]

OOC: Taking your pistol? well, okay./

[Metal Man]

Metal Man stared down his thrown foe. It had been a difficult time discerning what exactly his foe did, since it was both random and had no sort of logic tying it together. He felt as if he was fighting a being from another dimension.

Naturally, one has to adapt. The foe seemed better at defeating himself than Metal Man was, so Metal Man simply crossed his hands and stood perfectly still.

"C'mon, just try to hurt me!"

He clearly didn't feel threatened.

[1-up Salesman]

Yes, Metal Man was made of well..metal, so a simple punch wouldn't hurt. This was going to take some extreme thinking. Perhaps Sin could make some deep dents, then it'd get easier.

Sin grabbed Metal Man by the arm, and threw him into a building.

[Metal Man]

The man hit the building and shattered a window that had been a part of its plan. The man stood up, however, his presence staining this land. He then pointed at his foe, whose attacks had been most bland. "What do you think you are, using such mundane things against me? I will show you true power!"

The man stood again, and then he made a mad dash at his foe. But this blow would not be just for show; rather he had his hatred lather and replaced his usually idle blather with an attack which would be much badder. He made a grab at his foe's flab, hoisting him up by the neck like a bird ready to peck. "You worthless piece of garbage! You don't even know how to fight! I'll just punch you into dust!"

He left go of the foe, throwing him to the floor below. He made a quick bow, and then he ripped up some concrete for a quick throw. An instant launch it was, aimed right at his foe's head horrific pain it does. A quick crunch to smash this thing like the rest of the bunch. The Man of steel made his hatred quite real, and as his foe should reel he wheeled back, to another track.

"I shouldn't expect you to know how to dodge this, either!" He tripped a man quite tall, and stole his shoes like from a doll. Then he spun them around his fingers as if to have some intent to maul. "Shoe-fu is your destiny, foo!" The tripped man stood up to protest, but he got a metal elbow thrown into his chest. He fell like the rest, as the Metal Man ran to his foe with great zest.

The shoes began to glow with a radioactive show; burning the air like physics just didn't care. Metal Man threw the shoes at his foe so as to help ensure he would lose; the shoes smacked at his foe a hundred times, trying to cut him down like a ponderosa pine. A quite fine predicament for his foe's rhymeless mind...