Walking down the long corridor, Dan Heng couldn't help but twitch his eyes as the self-proclaimed 'Playboy Billionaire' kept on rambling about all his exploits over the years. Dan Heng, though cool as water all the time, for the first time over his long life, felt a strong urge to strangle someone, particularly a man wearing a red-and-gold mechanised flying suit.
"... And boy was she hawt! Let me tell you something, chicks from Brazil have the biggest bombs you can imagine! Man in bed did she–"
"Enough! Anymore of your stupid stories and I'll–"
"Shh... Do you hear that...?"
His expression stern, Tony closed Dan Heng's lips, eyes grave as Jarvis reported he had heard sounds of fighting coming from the room beyond...
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Bang!
"MS. ASTA, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"
As a deep pink-haired girl clad in a loose white collared dress slid to the floor, a short, dark silver-haired man could be seen panicking at the side, as he cried out in pain seeing his beloved Ms. Asta fall from the deep dent in the wall, caused as a result of her trying to attack the Trampler. Hearing the sudden noise coming from the side, it turned its head, homing in on its new victim. Just as it was about to rain down its hooves upon its new victim, a bright pulse of laser rammed itself onto its back, throwing the Trampler off target, causing Arlan to barely be saved. Before he could register what occurred, a frantic voice called out from behind him.
"Kid, if I were you, I'd attack his chest with at least 256 KV of electricity!"
Without missing a single beat, Ralan raised his fists, now glowing bright purple with all the accumulated lightning present in them...
"Yaaaagh!"
With a loud war cry, Arlan launched himself onto the Trampler, using his tiny mass to create a big enough momentum to ram his crumpled fists into its chest, causing the unholy beast to writhe in pain, before falling to the floor, dead and deader.
Haah, haah, haah...
Breathing deeply, Arlan, despite being barely conscious, made his way towards the barely breathing Asta, eyes filled with panic at the sight of her dying body. "Please, anybody, can you please help her..."
Just before he lost consciousness, the last thing coming before him was a very archaic Intellitron, floating 10 inches above the floor, clad in red and gold...
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Pew...bang...kerchank...
As Dan Heng began administering emergency first aid upon the rapidly failing body of the lead researcher and security head, his sharp ears caught the sound of several projectiles being discharged upon the various members of the Antimatter Legion that had begun closing in as they saw that their boss, the Trampler, was no more.
When he saw that their vital signs were stable, he quickly turned his head, curious about how the self-proclaimed 'Iron Man' fought...
And boy was he shocked
Miniature missile launchers could be seen protruding from his shoulders, launching their tiny yet mighty missiles upon the Reavers, turning them into minced meat. He saw how a group of Eliminators tried to group together to create a large beam to vaporise him, only to have Tony create an even bigger beam, killing them instead. When a Disruptor attempted to rally their forces together, the circle on the middle of his chest, his power source, glowed brightly, before firing an even larger pulse at it, leaving nothing but shadows on the wall behind it, the only trace of its existence left in the world...
But what worried him the most was that as Tony continued firing his salvation, he could feel his life webbing away, poisoned by the very thing that was keeping him alive