[center][Neo Metal Sonic, High above presumably Pacific Ocean, Late Morning]

Every devastating blow connected against the unaware robotic traveler, the fury of these attacks producing a slight aura of smoke and air around the notorious outlaw and anarchist. For what seemed like hours, smoke floated ominously around Metal Sonic, only his glowing, crimson eyes serving as a reminder of his presence in such a dense, violent miasma that surrounded him. Emerging from the smoke, to the surprise of the two vibrantly-colored balls of adorableness and flesh, the self-proclaimed "Lord of Machines" was mostly unscathed from the series of attacks. Which, considering his lightweight yet extremely durable and thick titanium-alloyed armor, was to be partially expected. 

[b]"Hahahaha, I must admit, your abilities are admirable for such fleshy beings. However, I sense that you will soon regret your reckless decisions."[/b] Metal Sonic's mechanical voice of apathy resonated eerily outwards, the rattling sound of his left arm being raised as metals of all kinds shifted and rearranged themselves within the artificial limb..His cold, lifeless, dead eyes kept focused on his newly-acquired enemies, the symphony of machinery ending as an obnoxiously loud cocking sound echoed as a deep chuckle filled his nonexistent lungs.

[b]"Amuse me, inferior creatures, have you ever experienced a storm of bullets?"[/b] Metal Sonic's sadistic humor filled the air, as the unrelenting fury of gunfire erupted from where Metal Sonic's left hand and arm originally was, having rearranged itself to form that of a highly technological, heavily-powered machine gun.[/center]