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[quote=Raptorman]
As the hero proceeded to rain a series of blows down on the armored figure there appeared to be genuine damage as the armor dented repeatedly and the armored assailant was thrown hard into the wall of city hall where the wall crumbled a bit. As the being climbed back to its feet once more the armor again repaired itself but the being shook its head as if to clear it even as the hero began a charge.But the white and gold armored figure did not reach for a weapon, or even seem to have much fight left in it and sagged as the hero drew closer. Just before the silver and blue clad hero could land his blow however the armored being moved, dropping down to avoid the fist as the back of the helmet slid open. A mass of tendrils, long, ropey and nearly white in color lashed out and upwards to wrap around the hero’s arm. As each tendril made contact a barb at the end dug into the flesh of his arm though they did not break the skin.Then before the hero could react to the strike all the tendrils served to conduct a massive jolt of electricity into the man leaving him temporarily paralyzed. As the hero sagged the gold and white armored combatant quickly withdrew more of the egg shaped objects and pressed them against the hero while holding the activators. Then before the man could fully regain his motor skills he was thrown away to land. And five of the grenades exploded simultaneously against his chest. As the explosions went off the vehicle that had dropped off the armored figure moved and the hatch opened again to allow it reentry before blasting off into the sky.
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Icon lay on the ground, the combination of the massive electric shock and the numerous grenades that the attacker had deployed against him had left him stunned. He struggled to get to his feet, and he did so just as the attacker had climbed into the strange craft and shot off skyward. Still feeling the effects of the surprise attack, Icon stood unsteadily on his feet for a moment before he took off in pursuit of the strange craft.

The craft moved at an incredible speed, in fact, it was so fast that Icon had trouble catching up to it first. He had underestimated just how fast the craft was moving, and at one point had nearly lost visual contact with it.

[i]No you don’t. You’re not getting away that easily.[/i] Icon thought to himself as he pushed himself to fly faster.

As he closed in on the strange craft, he saw that the cannon that had been leveled at he and Macros before was still aimed in his direction, and as he gained on the craft, it began to fire. Icon barrel-rolled out of the way of the large energy bolt, which whizzed past his head harmlessly. The cannon fired several more shots with similar results. Icon then fired a focused energy beam from his eyes at the cannon. The controlled optic blast hit the cannon, reducing it to molten slag. 

Satisfied that the cannon was disabled, Icon increased his speed, gaining more ground on the craft. He was however, taken again by surprise when a compartment on the underside of the craft opened and several small, metallic objects fell from the opening. He was too close to avoid the objects, and ran into them at full speed. Upon making contact with the objects, there was a large explosion which knocked Icon off course, causing him to fall several hundred feet before he was able to gather his wits and continue the pursuit. 

Shaking the cobwebs from his mind, Icon again rocketed off after the strange craft. He knew that the proximity mines had cost him precious seconds, and at the rate of speed the craft was traveling, it would soon be out of reach. He lowered his head and pushed ahead, increasing his speed at such a rate that the crashing sound of a sonic boom could be heard for miles around as he broke the sound barrier.

The sudden burst of speed gave allowed Icon to again close in on the vessel. The craft loomed larger as he closed in on the escaping assailant. As got closer, he fired another round of optic blasts at the craft, striking the fleeing vessel in the aft hull. A cloud of smoke erupted from the hull, however after a few seconds it had dissipated. Icon pushed harder, driving himself closer to the ship, until he found himself flying underneath the long, thin craft. He clenched his fist and cocked his arm, then with a powerful blow, he punched a hole into the bottom of the hull. 

He felt components crumple and break under the force of the punch, and smoke began to pour out of the damaged craft. Suddenly, the port which had released the proximity mines earlier in the pursuit opened again, and a small silver disk fell from the opening. Icon released his grip on the vessel in order to avoid the mine, choosing to hit it instead with an optic blast, causing the mine to explode. 

Icon looked on as the strange craft began to spiral out of control toward the ground, and as he again gave chase, this time to prevent what would likely be a fatal crash for the pilot, the vessel vanished from sight, seemingly ceasing to exist. 

He did not see a crash, and there was no explosion. Icon just hovered in midair, baffled by the sudden disappearance of the strange craft.