As cleavers arm was grabbed he grabbed onto his wrist with his other arm to prevent his arm from simply being ripped off. While loosing an arm wasn't the end of the world and easily replaceable it wasn't the most enjoyable of processes. He tried to limit the damage that he had to take obviously because pain was bad. He looked down at the town as it stretched out below them until he was dropped unceremoniously at the outskirts of town and then the... He would say Iron Man however he looked like he was made at home. Poorly, with hand tools.That is if tools were even used in the construction process. However the metal man simply declared that he was a fan of his work, well. That obviously meant that some knowledge of him existed somewhere in the world and that some people were interested. That was always something.

He clicked the microphone off his helmet on with his tongue before speaking, something he rarely did and his helmet let out a low monotone voice."Good to know, now who are you and what do you want?" He had his arms spread enough just to grab his scythe quickly if needed, his legs were a little bit further apart than he usually stood however not noticeable except to a seasoned veteran of martial arts and he was already scanning his surroundings for objects he could use if it came to blows while at the same time he was inspecting the suit. He was no technological genius, he was still back in the 1900s in most cases however he could still spot structural weaknesses in the actual armour. OR so he hoped.