When the call had gone out for more capable agents, the doctors had realized it was time to finally field test their weapon. A project long in the works, a soldier who would match even the most capable of mutants in combat. Armed and armoured in the best technology Heliod could provide, and nearly unkillable. He was the Fist of Heliod, the genetically engineered killing machine.

Clad in his full armour, Micheal walked through the door, as well as some of the wall on either side. His broad armoured frame left imprints with each step, a walking tank with the power of a bulldozer in each punch. His very steps left imprints on the stone floor, each boot lined with the text 'Heliod was here', left firmly printed into the rock. Perhaps one might have found this funny, but it was clear from Micheal's face that he did not. In fact, he looked like he would find Funny and kill it's mother.

"I heard you needed capable men. I am ready to serve Helios in any way necessary." The voice was deep and strong, although just slightly inhuman in nature. It was hard to mimic the human voice perfectly, and while nobody could quite define what it was, Micheal sounded.... off. Like a doll that looks so human, but just a little bit too plastic. "Where is the enemy?"