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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b] | [b]Ramsey Golaird[/b] (written by VATROU)[/center]
Chris frantically attempted to restore equilibrium to his armor. While his energy shield had protected Chris from any physical damage the sonic boom could have done, the shockwave still pushed the shielding back, carrying Chris along for the ride. If this “ride” had lasted any longer, Chris thought he would have been sick.

Once Chris had finally activated several safety protocols and failsafe systems, his armor finally leveled out and became perpendicular with the ground, the armor’s equilibrium finally restored. Now with everything back to normal, Chris could finally turn his attention back towards Ramsey.

Chris knew that he needed to end this skirmish as soon as possible. Chris had come to Lost Haven in order to aid in the ending of Nightmare’s reign of terror, by the request of the Director of S.T.R.I.K.E. Just last night, Nightmare had struck for the fourth time. And now he had a partner, too, according to the message that Nightmare left for the world to see. Time was of the essence now.

While he knew that Ramsey seemed naturally gifted in the physical sense, Chris still had an advantage or two over him. Besides being able to fly (although Chris guessed that Ramsey might be able to emulate flight, just as Superman did in his early comics), Chris could think strategically. While Ramsey might be able to do the same, Chris could tell that Ramsey just chose not to do so.

Chris first thought of an aerial-to-ground strike might be the preferred option in this situation. Even if Ramsey could jump up and reach Chris, Chris could still maneuver while in midair. However, Chris rejected this idea because he feared what would happened if Ramsey would unleash another sonic boom while Chris was airborne.

Then another idea struck Chris, Ramsey seemed like a pretty self-centered person. The type who would probably enjoyed listening to himself speak. He was already ranting about clouds and a hot dog stand. Getting this guy to talk did not seem like a very difficult task.

Chris flew towards Ramsey, landing several feet away. Ramsey had already started to taunt Chris, calling him the Tin Man. What did he think, that Chris had no heart? If he was trying to get at it that Chris was a coward, Ramsey used the wrong character from the Wizard of Oz.

“Okay, Toto,” Chris began, “If you want to know my name, you’re in luck, for I go by many names. I am called Daedalos by some, Theophonos by others. But you can call the Iron Knight. So what’s your game, Toto?”

 Ramsey walked over to the now abandoned hot dog cart. The smell of hot franks and fresh mustard permeating his nose, and he inhaled the fresh aroma. Behind him Iron Knight spun around in an attempt to regain control, he looked like a top rolling around in the air. By the time Iron Knight finally restored his balance Ramsey was already eating one of the hot dogs, while six lay in buns, covered in a line of mustard. As the Tin Man landed a few feet away he called out. Calling Ramsey Toto, after Dorothy's dog. While he himself used a myriad of names Daedalos, and Theophonos. Then his current name Iron Knight.

“Ah! So that’s how you’re playing this? Well I too am known by many names, Jerk, Prick, Ass, Hung Stud, No really I’ve been called that in bed before, and well Ramsey. But since you have the whole Hero name thing, how’s about you call me, King? Nah that sounds terrible, Emperor, Alright that's even worse. Ohh I got it! I’ve always liked Greek Mythology, Ares the God of War!” He said his arm moving through the air as if motioning the name. “Now that’s a Name! And as to my game, it’s quite simple really! I just have nothing else better to do.”

“So, you call yourself Ares,” Chris replied to Ramsey, “Well, that name fits with all the other “names” that you have claimed to have been called. There were two war deities in Greek religion: Ares and Athena. I wonder what it says about the two if you consider that Athena was on the winning side of the Trojan War? Anyway, you’ll just in luck for naming yourself after a god because I am called Theophonos. In ancient Greek, Theophonos means ‘God-Slayer’. A fitting title if I say so myself.”

“Well, then, I will say it again. Stand down, Ares. If you refuse, then I suggestion you pick a god and pray”. As Chris finished his last warning to Ramsey, a red flash of light emitted from his right hand and it grew brighter and larger with each passing second. Before either of the two combatants knew it, Chris held a long, red lightning bolt like projectile in his arm. Smaller electric bursts leapt from the bulk of the weapon, just like mini lightning bolts weaving through the air. Chris gripped the energy projectile in his hand, awaiting Ramsey’s next move.

“OOH A God-Slayer,” Hehe “Well aren’t I lucky. So tell me ever killed a God? A title is only good when you have the reputation to back it up.” Ramsey began circling Iron Knight, stopping in front of a manhole cover. Iron Knight gave what he thought was a final warning, holding some sort of lightning bolt. As sparks crackled in the air. Ramsey’s first thought was, well of more hot dogs. As he looked back to the cart quickly, but he wouldn’t have much time to chow down again, the six he already had would have to be enough for now.

Perhaps, he thought looking around only to spot a hydrant, it didn’t take much thought to realize that water and electricity don’t mix. And lucky for him, he had a perfect frisbee.

“So tell me God-Slayer?” He said mockingly. “What’s your hurry, what could be more important than killing a God?” Ramsey say down on his haunches his hands resting just above the manhole cover, his talking only bought his a few more seconds at least, while he slowly planned his next attack. 

Chris prepared to hurl his energy pilum toward Ramsey. However, before he did so, Chris saw that Ramsey repositioned himself over a manhole in the street. Ramsey took a quick glance toward a nearby fire hydrant and then returned his focus back towards Chris. Chris deduced that Ramsey was planning to toss the manhole cover either directly at Chris or at the hydrant with hopes that the water would do something to his energy pilum. Fortunately for Chris, his energy pilum was composed of energy similar to Iron Man’s repulsor rays. It just mimicked the appearance of electricity.

“You should take your own advice, Ramsey. The gods don’t take it kindly when mortals claim to be immortals. We have all of Greek and Roman mythology to understand what would happen to those indivivduals.”

At last, Chris started to throw the energy pilum toward Ramsey, just like a baseball pitcher hurling a pitch toward home base. However, before the pilum left his hand, the energy weapon dissipated, leaving nothing behind. However, two projectiles launched from Chris’ back: 2 round and 2 cylinderlike objects. When the round projectiles struck the ground before Ramsey, a giant flash went off. The other two projectiles followed suit, releasing a giant cloud of smoke in order to impair Ramsey’s eyesight.

Once the smokescreen had fully enshrouded Ramsey and after Chris switched visual modes so that he could still see Ramsey within the obstructing cloud, Chris immediately charged toward the cloud of smoke. The energy portion of his sword had now been activated, emitting the same energy that had composed his energy pilum. Now Chris had switched roles from pitcher to batter. Luckily his father taught him how to correctly swing a bat.