A Fight to the End, Please! (Open Challenge)

[Metal Man]

This is another open challenge. With a twist.

I ask the person who respond be sure they can finish, or have the motivation to do so. I get far too few chances to practice fight-ending moves and endings. I'm sure if you're reading this, so do you. So if you must leave, at least allow for a post or two to end it for good.

With that, it's the normal business. Bring your character and arena, post 'em in and we fight.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

OoC: I'll go at it.

Bob: http://www.vgf.com/forums/gunjin-battle ... es-18.html

Arena - Sky Colossus: http://www.vgf.com/forums/gunjin-battle ... c-use.html

Bob laid back, already amongst the clouds, waiting for someone. He'd been there a day. Finally, he sensed a foe...

He forfeit his energy and his inner abilities awoke. He stood, stretched, and flew, nerdily laughing in awe of his own power.

"Come! I cannot wait!"

[Metal Man]

The world shook, as cracks formed in reality itself. Ripping through the world like the devil's zipper, a silver hand burst out of absolutely nowhere from the cracks that had been made. A leg confidently kicked through, sending pieces flying. Soon, a 7 foot tall man stood before his nerdy foe.

He stared down at the man with the gaze of a crazed cannibal, his cracked lips pursuing into a smile of the damned. He slowly and eagerly clenched his right fist, raising the heavy thing up, revealing how he wore silver armor that coated his whole body. His crystal blue visor, faded from many bad fights, barely hid the man's hairy, crazy eyebrows and helmet hair. His wrinkled, violent face screamed for blood even as he stood there, calm as a monk in his temple.

He sized up his foe, his suit echoing the creaks which had been the last sounds ever heard for many unlucky victims. A crackling voice issued forth, electronically amplified so as to be twice as unsettling than it was unamplified. The sound of a deranged auctionhouse speaker was heard.

"AEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! What do we haaaaaaave here? A juicy morsel made of geeky fleeeesh?"

He leaned inwards, wincing oddly as he then slowly pointed his left hand, revealing the gruesome mechanical innards which linked it to an arm stump that looked like it had been burned off by the Devil's own breath. Flicking the cover over this vital linkage with his still-closed right fist, he advanced on his foe, with a demeanor which made the sun itself seem to want to run and hide.

"WHAT kind OF person ARE you, HMMMMM?" He made another disgustingly overwrought facial gesture as a soft blue laser pointed at and sized up the nerdy opponent of this ancient metal abomination. He pressed a button on his wrist, red steam shooting from his cooling systems like vaporized blood. He coughed spasmodically and stumbled forward suddenly, nearly smashing into his foe... but missing.

A panel ripped open on his chest as a bloodied wrench with part of someone's long-gone skull still smashed into the end fell out and clunked to the ground like a gravedigger's shovel. He awkwardly grasped the corrupted tool of mechanics and spun around like a mad tornado, eventually facing his foe diagonally from behind.

"I LIKE to see WHAT you do when AGAINST a fine person SUCH as myself, you SEE? Come and TOUCH... TOUCH me.... IF YOU DARE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!"

He lurched forth, coughing violently and then holding his massive, transmission-sized wrench out before him with his right fist. It was levelled perfectly horizontal and to his left; his left hand assumed a 45 degree angle upwards, like the dim pose of a ninja assassin. His dead eyes became fluid... as if he was going through an ancient funeral ritual he had repeated many times...

...to memorialize all the people he had killed.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Bob tilted his head left a bit, and snarled with near-doofus amazement as he scanned his foe.

"Gee! I wish I didn't have to exterminate you, you're so cool!"

He vanished into the air and clouds instantly. He was no longer there, at least not in one place.

He reformed, performing a headlock on the monster, dragging and slamming down, twisting as if opening a pickle jar. Mechanical gasps and gurgling could be heard for miles.

Bob threw and dropkicked him away, then changed his abilities back to energy.

[Metal Man]

The man of little thought went to warp and clean his foe's clock. But his head was just a block; twist turning the lock on the helmet gave the Metal Man no shock, as he stood there, still as a rock. Bob lobbed a great kick but it did not stick; the Metal Man stood there and turned slowly to face his baseless opponent whose abilities could have failed against a veil of fine lace.

"Is that ALL you can do? YOU think YOU can exterminate ME with THAT? Well if THAT is EXTERMINATION then you are THE DEAD ONE today! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHH!"

The great standing cyborg man swiveled slowly, making the noise of an ancient trolley off its tracks. He clasped a fist, his other holding the deadly bother, the wrench which had no brother. Barely slowed by his foe's weak blows, he pressed another button on his left wrist. Energy crackled in an unstable fashion, as he spoke again.

"You THINK you have TELEPORTER powers? THAT WAS Weak and PATHETIC. ALLOw ME TO SHOW you!"

The man smashed his own left wrist. Reality lurched, as suddenly the man was to Bob's left. He lightly flicked the man with his wretched left pinky finger. "LOOK at me... I am so sMART! Because... SMART PEOPLE APPARENTLY CAN'T AIM AND REQUIRE TEleportation... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He then lurched forth, now standing directly atop his foe's right foot with all 900 lbs of weight focuses on it. He pinched his foe in the nose, staring into his face. "YES... as you can SEE, it shows how strong I am to DO SOMETHING that is IMPOSSIBLE to dodge... why... I could rip your HEAD OFF and kick it about, then PUT IT BACK ON..."

He warped again and swung an undodgable swing at his foe's head. Then warped out split seconds before it would have hit. He warped in floating upside down, in the air, his head about at the same level as his foe's. "BUT... that is mere STUPID... cubed by an OUTSIDER notation... show me WHAT you can do... not WHAT you can NOT do... or I will DO as I have said.... AHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A large explosion would issue forth; charring his foe black, but in a comedic way. Metal Man would reappear from the aether, facing his foe like the events hadn't happened, with his wrench before him.

"COME AND get me... AGAIN!" He waited... like a statue.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Bob rubbed his foot and wiped himself off. "I dunno whatcha mean, I got a thick skull. My wife didn't leave me for nothin'!" He gave a sad smile.

He jumped in the air facing the cyborg & colossus, put out his left hand and a red wave washed over his enemy, and disintigrated the statue's thumb.

He seen a silhouette in the wave, but kept it going, and simultaneously fired blue beams from his eyes, exploding on target, and with his right hand, he then fired a spear of green energy into the same spot.

[Metal Man]

The lasers raked him, but they were a poor choice. Partially deflected by the man's shiny armor, they were really a bad choice. Even the inexplicable explosions they made didn't seem to dent him much. He snickered darkly at how his foe was intentionally hitting his strongest points with attacks he was armored against.

Indeed, the man believed to himself he could make a thumb vanish for no reason. However, he was soon to be shocked, as the Metal Man pointed at him with his left hand, while flipping back onto the ground. "What... is that ALL you can do... you are a JOKE! Look... you got my thumb... now I am DEAD! NOT!" He flipped his hand behind his back and then back in front of himself. A wave of confetti blasted out at his foe's face, and after the blurriness brought on by confetti streamers flying directly into your eyes was gone, one would see... hey presto, that man had a new thumb.

"Oh, you'd LIKE TO KNOW how I did that... but a MAGICIAN never tells his SECRETS!" He brandished the wrench, now walking at his foe like a perpetually falling over refrigerator filled with ancient gears. A blue sighting beam scanned his foe once more as he readied his wrench. "You poor sick loser... you SHALL feel the HORROR you cannot DO with your WEAK and PATHETIC mind... AHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"

The nerd would, naturally, conjure up a spell. Maybe this time he would make his foe's pinky toe vanish. Or his nose. The spell flew at Metal Man... ...who SMASHED it with his wrench? What? No! That defies reality! How dare him! ...The spell flew back, and ripped off his foe's right thumb like it was nothing.

"How does it FEEEEEEL?" Channeling an old pop song, Metal Man brutally clocked his foe in the side of the head with the sharp end of the wrench, digging slowly into his foe's weak, pure, innocent flesh with the mingled blood of vampires, demons, and dead supervillains. He laughed darkly as the mingling would probably begin to burn his foe's head almost like acid... only it didn't mercifully go away after a few moments, and it didn't melt any flesh.

"Today, I HAVE a MAGIC trick for YOU: I will MAKE your HEAD... DISAPPEAR!" He swung again, but his foe was smarter than that; he ducked under it. This was all fine to Metal Man, who swung again and again, and his foe, whom teleported away from the blows, ran under some others, and even shot a spell which missed at it. Even the nerd's repeat of the lasers could not make Metal Man stop, as he chased his foe down the stone steps of the arena with gusto, cracking every one he stepped on.

"You IDIOT... you fight me in the SKY, yet you make no attempt to make me FALL? You are Nero, FRAMED for FIDDLING as Rome burned! You JUST let me WALK all over you... PATHETIC! HA HA HAAA... I should have known... YOU WANT TO DIE, DON'T YOU?"

He stood across from his foe, who would still feel the savage burning from whatever dark poison laced the statuesque man's wrench. His nerdy enemy was probably about to do something else completely useless, ignoring that the force of gravity is 9.8 m/s. And the Metal Man loved that fact, laughing every second that his foe was incapable of seeing a blatant weakness.

For a nerd, his foe certainly wasn't very bright.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

OoC: I should have made it more clear that I meant the thumb of the colossus statue was disintigrated. =|

Bob hated the burning he felt in his head, yet the tip of his thumb was worse.

With a sigh, he pulled forth his cheap katana. Again, his energy was made forfeit; this time the sword was different. It vanished to the environment, instantly reforming through his foe's chest, and to Bob in a moment. A mere exhibition.

Bob immediatly rushed the man with a flurry of punches and kicks to his chest and lower region. Many were blocked, yet the whole time the sword was sticking him in tandem, from random angles.

[Metal Man]

Poked and prodded, kicked and stabbed. The violent man in silver stood there through it all, smirking at his foe. It was incredibly hard to stab through the steel armor, and the blows made seemed to stop part-way for some reason. The kicks dented him a bit more, but apparently this was not enough to give the monstrous being pause.

"Though YOU have STOPPED with the USELESS attacks, you see NOT my WEAKNESS. All in GOOD, you will DIE then! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

A deft movement of the fingers. Bob found his sword strikes being parried. But... by metal fingers? This was ridiculous! Bob went to stab through those, too, but then he hit another metal object. A gun? No, wait... two silver guns. Metal Man had changed out his weapons during this attack...

"THE one who LIVES by the SWORD DIES by the GUN!" He spun the guns, firing at the swords. His foe parried them with impossible accuracy... but of course, this was all according to plan. He emptied cartridge after cartridge, pushing his foe up the stairs. Then he pointed both guns... at a spot far below his enemy's feet.

"Ye learned NOTHING from ME... I sentence YE to DEATH! AHAHAHA...AHAHAHA AHAHHHHAAAAAHHAHAHA!" He unleashed a furious volley, breaking the staircase apart under Bob's feet. It would begin to fall. Of course, his foe could teleport. Clearly, he would simply teleport to safety! ...Metal Man touched his left wrist again.

"And YOUR little DOG TOO!" He smashed a button. Reality warped... ...MEtal Man had pulled both himself and Bob into warp space. Attempts to warp within a warp were dangerous and often fatal, resulting in insane accelleration and horrific, spaghetti-fied death. His foe was now falling faster, too, due to the warp acceleration.

"Let's see you get OUT OF THIS, SCARECROW!" He laughed again to himself, as he slowly put away his guns, breathing like a furnace, staring down below intently as he... took out an elephant shotgun. He knew.. something.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Bob was in a new environment, a state of warped falling. His sword became normal, and Bob gained the ability to control time while in the situation.

Time slowed to a crawl, and Bob took his time to steal the elephant shotgun, and used Metal Man as a ground to jump back up to safety. In mid-jump, he fired the gun at Metal Man. He landed near the spot where he fell and ran back to where he once waited. Now out of the dangerous environment, he lost his control of time. He knew what that meant for Metal..

[Metal Man]

The Man stood and laughed. His foe bent time and space itself, further augmenting his abilities to supply power where he had not brains. Understandably, as the Metal Man was older than the battlefield they were fighting on--such an ancient battler would be expected to be as tricky as any old man, if not worse.

Such a trickster chuckled at his foe's self-delivered injuries from firing a gun normally capable of ripping an adult man's arms off when fired while mid-air. For to his dismay he would find it had but one trigger, which fired both projectiles. The gun hurled the firer backwards while also most likely dislocating one or both of his arms, and possibly breaking a rib as it inevitably drove itself into the firer's chest while hurling him backwards and over the bottomless pit that was the area beneath the arena.

Metal smirked sardonically as the slugs flew over his head. His foe, predictably, reversed time itself so as to land. But once he turned off his time control, he would find himself armless... ...well, he'd have no gun anymore. Metal Man held it, his left wrist sparking.

"See... YOU took my GUN but it WAS for ONLY a part of TIME. I control the FAR MORE VALUABLE space, therefore IT IS still mine." He then pointed at his foe. "GO ahead and STEAL my wrench NEXT, I need a GOOD LAUGH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAH!"

The raucous middle-aged titan creaked his dented neck, staring down at his foe as he contemplated his next move. While it would be too easy to teleport something nice like an apple directly into his foe's brain, he found himself tempted. Such temptations he held back only with a certain something he suddenly took out of his armor.

"You disgust me with your INELEGANT FOOLISHNESS, inexperienced joker. I WILL teach you the PROPER WAY to DEFY ALL REALITY SO AS TO WIN FOR NO REASON. Then you will THANK ME... or you WILL DIE. DEAL?" He let a millisecond elapse. "TOO LATE, I take your SILENCE to mean YES."

He took out an old 1950's microphone. A gleaming relic, it was connected to his suit by a primitive cloth-sheathed cord. He flipped an old toggleswitch and seemingly invisible speakers clicked on, humming. Now his voice was much louder.

"THAT BETTER? NO? AHAHAHA... TOO LATE."

He took out a piece of music. His foe would probably reflexively attempt to stop him. He made no attempt to stop his foe from smacking the music away. For his foe would soon be incapable of such an action. Metal Man's voice changed tone, from a somber echoing of deepness... ...to a shrill maniacal screech?

"IIINNN A TOWWWWWN.... WHERE I WASN'T BORN,"

The ground shuddered. Windows in other dimensions broke. His foe's glass objects would object to such butchery of lyrics by exploding.

"LIVED A MAN... WHO SAILED A BEE"

The horrific, 120 decibel assault would cause uncomfortable vibration throughout his foe's body, such that it could interfere with his heartbeat. His eardrums had probably blown up in spite of all attempts to close them--it could very well go through anything.

"AND HE TOOOLD NOBODY... OF HIS DEATH... IN THE LAND OF SUBMARINES..."

Reality itself would now taste of blood and be of red; no amount of running, hiding, or time warping could seemingly make the unearthly screeching go away. And to get close enough to do harm to stop it would be to risk going mad or being disintegrated by sound waves.

"SO WE SAILED UP TO THE SUN TILL WE FOUND A SEA OF GREEN AND WE LIVED BENEATH THE WAVES IN OUR YELLOW SUBMARINE"

If that wasn't bad enough, a massive, rusted, World War 2 American Submarine fell from the sky, threatening to smash Metal Man's nerdy foe to bits.

"WE ALL LIVE IN OUR YELLOW SUBMARINE"

It would collide and explode, bathing the area in lethal radiation and burning metal shrapnel,

"YELLOW SUBMARINE"

twisting the staircase's last bits into nothingness while causing the area to be covered in a hideous yellow smoke,

"YELLOW SUBMARRIIIIIIINE"

which was then entirely blown away by the raucous inhuman Yoko-ono like screeching which pervaded the entire area,

"YELLOW SUBMARAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

and which was blissfully ended by a gigantic explosion of sound equipment and metallic fury, which stabbed anything within 100 yards of Metal Man with lethal shrapnel.

Seemingly, he had vanished. His foe, who might ironically be dying underneath a yellow submarine, would be the judge of that... as the Metal Man had assumed his foe would try to time warp away himself. The only question left was... how?

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

With strength that of a resident of even Dragon World's best, firing any projectile had no ill effects on Bob, yet he did lose the gun.

Bob powered up, his energy blew away all wreckage, and any radiation. The bleeding from Bob's ears was profuse; the music worked. He was just about deaf, and had radiation sickness. The actual Submarine's collision caused no real damage.

Looking angry, his glasses broken, he stood staring at the metal demon. Feeling dizzy, he fell to one knee to vomit, and stood again.

Bob shot a yellow blast, creating an explosion by Metal Man, just to distract him. Bob withdrew, flying away a bit, just trying to buy time, hoping to confuse the situation. He had to regain his composure fast.

[Metal Man]

OOC: Back from being tired.
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The man glowed and stared as a small explosion casually knocked off a mostly useless shoulderplate. The man chuckled at his foe's omniscience only being capable of finding him this time, rather than something far more drastic. He moved his gargantuan carcass after his foe, a sinister cackling emitting from the warped, radioactive speakers buried in his suit.

"Not so tough NOW ARE YOU? You thought you could CONFUSE ME, eh?" He laughed. "I have FOUGHT DEMONS and BEEN CORRUPTED by DARKNESS BEYOND your GRANDEST CONCEPTIONS... THE universe... IS MY PLAYGROUND! AH AH AHAHAHAHAHA!"

He picked up speed, chasing his foe through the now ruined aerial battlefield, leaping like an infernal Labrador over the pits. Even though his landings often created small pits and craters of his own. He chased his foe like the devil does the damned, his wrench aloft and glowing sinisterly.

"Yessss.. RUN! RUN EVERYWHERE! I can win by you TIRING YOURSELF out instead! THEN... I can have TEA WITH the Earl of ORDER! HAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHA."

After a short moment, however, the vile darkness in a suit became tired of running, for he knew his foe could probably do that forever too. So he decided, it was time to attempt to finish his foe. Again.

"Well.. perhaps I have been a bit... UNFAIR..." He coughed out a rubber duck. "Perhaps I shall show you... my other side." He took out a corroded, faded octagonal badge and clipped it to his suit. Immediately... ...well, he gained a cape and the lights in his suit brightened up, revealing a far less evil looking man.

But that was cold comfort for his foe, who could quite surely see this was just as if his enemy had gone henshin. Endowed with the powers those sort of people had, in addition to the violence he had already, he would be--*SMASH* Ow!

The man of steel wiped his fist off, having punched the narrator in the face. Ow. He then ran up to his foe, cape waving in the wind. "Let's see you survive this, jerk!" POW! He punched his foe in the face. ZAMF! He kicked him in the gut.

While his foe was possibly doubled over... ZAK! He stabbed his foe in the back with his right metal elbow. WHOOSH! He whipped his foe in the face with his cape. BAM! He shot his foe in the right foot!

The man picked up his foe with his right arm... SLAM! He threw him into the ground! SMASH! He leaped into the air and crashed atop him! BAMF! He kicked his foe out of the ground and into an ionic pillar!

"You" *PUNCH* "Think" *Headsmash* "YOU" *BITE???* "ROCK" *ELBOW* "but" *Knee to the groin* "YOU" *Full-Body Tackle* "DON'T!!!" *Football kick!!!"

His foe went flying into the air, inexplicably on fire from the severe beating he had been given.

But, never one to let his prey escape, Metal Man got out a... rocket skateboard... ....and flew after him!

"Evil never prevails! Especially evil which is not my own! This will be your last battle, vile being!"

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Yikes!

All of Metal man's hits struck with great force and accuracy, causing moderate damage, though not inflicting a broken bone nor did the barrage rupture an organ. Bob was covered in bruises and cuts, scrapes, and had a broken nose. With his ears still ringing and bleeding, and with a crazed and seemingly happy man after him, Bob exploded into a frenzy of anger.

In a flash, Bob tackled the man to the ground, and mounted him. He proceeded to bash the man's head with both fists. When Metal's head collided with the ground from the blows, a powerful sound emitted. Metal Man was actually laughing, though the damage was surely great...

Bob was furious, and picked the man up like a rag doll. Focusing on his head, he grabbed it and squished it between both of his hands, attempting to crush it, while screaming in his face. As he screamed, blood and spit was flying from his mouth, onto Metal Man's head. But he wouldn't just stand there, with his head becoming slightly more oblong in shape! He punched Bob, kicked him and even tried to pull his head away. Sure, the attacks caused damage, but Bob's grip only got tighter. Metal Man's laughing had stopped abruptly.

"I've never met a machine, a man, or any combo of both that talked so much trash!"

He threw him high into the sky, and fired about 1,000 spinning and invisible energy discs, capable of slicing through any material. To make it worse, they were very small and homed in on their target. Could it be worse? When they collided, they caused explosions strong enough to shatter mountains...

"Java Chip!" Bob screamed this attack name as he sent them after his disoriented foe. An assinine name, but he loved coffe and sweets. He sat down, not because he had to, but because he just waited for the end which would be occuring anytime now...he tended to his wounds and took his psych meds, tranquilizers and pain medication. About ten pills in all.

"Gotta calm down...got the shakes..."

[Metal Man]

Metal Man took a moment to smack his helmet back into shape; the man had been so angry he had forgotten the role of Metal Man's armor and how effectively it absorbed blunt force trauma. Of course, there was an entire fleet of exploding energy discs flying at him. And he was flying, too. His cape fluttered as he surveyed the land and the discs.

"Hmph, you call this an onslaught? I'm insulted! Here, take it back." The man with the incredibly damaged helmet flipped his wrist, instantly reversing the polarity of his armor. The homing charges now were repelled instead of attracted. The Man laughed like a psycho killer and then chased the charges, causing them now to fly in front of him, as he then led them towards the ground and/or Bob. Naturally, the blast was enough to level mountains, so the insane explosion would, without question, destroy most of the arena.

We now bring the camera to the post-explosion arena, with Metal Man and Bob both sitting on a piece of falling rubble. Metal Man's tattered cape, shattered visor, and horribly cracked helmet sparked as his brilliant array of dents, dings, and holes shined in the bloody sun. He looked to his foe as he took his meds, shaking.

"You won't be needing those anymore!" The man glowed blood red--seething with anger, he stood across from Bob. "LET'S SEE YOU SURVIVE THIS... AHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The ear-piercing scream was followed by eye-piercingly bright red lasers. The mere sight was like looking at the sun... let alone how they streaked out of the man's arms like he had firehoses for arms. The worst part? They moved at the speed of light, flying at and through Bob like he was butter. Certainly they were limited in power, but... Bob's already damaged atoms were now heated to temperatures which could vaporize water--which the human body is mostly made out of.

Metal Man, however, did not believe his foe would die, for his foe was obviously made out of unobtainium. So rather than attack again or proclaim victory... he hurled a scroll at his foe's feet and pointed. "If you still be alive... I have done my due. You just aren't destructable then. There is no point to any further contest... lest I have to call upon extradimensional help to destroy you and your home realm!"

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Bob's shaking stopped, but not because the medication took effect. But because he was on the verge of death. He was dying, fading to the world beyond. But like all circumstances, he could transfer his energy to suit his environment; his circumstances allowed a near endless list of abilities and powers, at the cost of his energy. Of course, technique is only one aspect of battle, which is why he lost to the defensive and offensive power of his foe...maybe he already transfered what was left of his energy to suit his needs now?

"I give. Do as you will. But you can't stop justice."

"...Wow, that was geeky."

Bob sputtered blood about as he awaited his end.

[Metal Man]

"Then you shall die an honorable death."

Without question, Metal Man recalled his pistol with his magneto arm, for he had not quite remembered if he had taken it before. Once in hand, he fired eight shots right between the eyes, or at least, aimed there, at his foe. One of them had been a blank round, so that he would never know which shot killed, if any of them did.

The scroll burned to ashes and the man pocketed the gun.

"But if you live after this, do not show your face to me; for I will neither fight nor acknowledge one who has told me their end has come. Revive as you will, but I have done my part... any other is simply from another timeline, and I am simply not allowed to kill those! Bah!"

He ripped a piece of stone and hurled it at his foe to be sure he at least fell over, then walked off a platform into a portal, sneering.

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

OoC: And Bob survived, undamaged, and flew toward the sneering Metal Man, tapping him, causing an explosion which caused the universe, and any others, to be wiped from time and existance, though still allowing Bob to live./Joke

Good match. I just added that one part about his abilities to suggest reincarnation, or something, to leave a "what if" rematch open. Because when you have the chance, I'd like to go against you again someday. =D

But yeah. He's dead.

[Metal Man]

OOC: Yeah, I left it a bit open myself. We'll see. Good match.