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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b] | [b]Ramsey Golaird[/b] (written by VATROU)[/center]
Ramsey listened as This Iron Knight, said something about taking his own advice. About how the Gods don’t like to be trifled with. It didn’t matter to him, Man or God or even Alien. If it bleeds it can die. Likewise, this Iron Knight was just that. A man in a suit. Without it unable to lift a finger against him. Though that still makes him dangerous, and he’s still in a advantageous position. Although Ramsey was powerful, his limits had not been fully tested yet. Even he wasn’t fully aware of them.

As Ramsey lifted the manhole cover Iron Knight made his move as well. Ramsey was enveloped in smoke. The initial energy pilum was nothing more than a feint. He lifted the Manhole cover as a shield, and fully expected Iron Knight to charge him in the smoke. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust, his power allowing him to change the light spectrum perceived by his mind. As Iron Knight swung his energy sword, Ramsey countered with the impromptu shield. It began to cut through the metal as if it were wax. Ramsey charged forward shield raised trying to use the last of the shield before it was rendered useless, he kicked his leg just behind his opponent, his arm holding the shield retracted, as he went to bash through his energy shielding. Iron Knight was pushed back and right into Ramsey’s leg as it swept upwards into the back of Iron Knights thighs. 

While engaged in combat with Ramsey, Chris felt an intense pain in his thigh. Thanks to his armor, Chris probably will only be aching in the morning, but the blow still forced Chris onto his knee. Somehow, Ramsey was able to strike Chris in the back of the leg, while he was attempting to shield himself from Chris’ initial assault.

However, even though Ramsey was able to drop Chris to a knee, Chris’s sword still sliced through the manhole cover that Ramsey had used as a makeshift shield. The sword pierced through Ramsey’s last the defense and dismembered his right arm from the rest of his body. Even though the sword sliced through Ramsey's right side, Ramsey's body immediately rearranged its cellular composition in order to compensate for the incoming attack. While in most cases this tactic would protect Ramsey from most conventional weapons, Chris' energy-enhanced sword was not completely countered by the new properties of Ramsey's skin.

The wound was immediately cauterized up due to the nature of Chris’ sword. Even though the bulk of the sword was actually made of solid metal, Chris developed a way to apply energy to the sword so that it would mimic a similar weapon that had been wielded by the assailant who attempted to murder Albrecht Macros a few weeks ago.

When Chris looked up to see Ramsey’s response to losing an arm, he was surprised to see that his opponent did not appear to look worried at all. It almost as if Ramsey knew that losing that arm did not mean anything, as if he knew he could regrow or reattach it or something.

“That’s definitely not a flesh wound,” Chris said Ramsey. 

Ramsey had brought his opponent down, he was on one knee and Ramsey intended to keep it that way. Unfortunately his shield didn’t last that long. Iron Knight finished off, sliced right through and chopped off his right arm. Ramsey could tell even without looking his arm was gone. He needed to remember to pick it up after the fight. But for now, he needed to immobilize that sword arm. He in what seemed to be Iron Knights confusion, grabbed his arm. And the two began fighting over the sword.

No doubt he had other advanced weapons at his disposal, but right now, his sword was all that mattered. Ramsey’s left, was more than enough to hold off Iron Knight keeping his sword arm at bay. And in such close range he excelled in fighting. Back in Italy the martial art, Savate was rather popular. It involved punches and kicks. Sort of a cross between Muay Thai, and Boxing, it focused on the kicks, primarily while wearing shoes. And less on the elbows or knees that Muay Thai was well known for. While the two contested for the sword, Ramsey threw out several kicks using his shin, and foot. Visibly hurting Iron Knight, but in that armor to what extent he questioned?

“Perfect Perfect, just fucking Perfect! It’s been a long time since I was so excited. This makes those Assassins look like children in comparison. While I’m in such a good mood, let me tell you something. In the Underground there’s a price on my head. My old bosses weren’t too happy with me leaving and spilling the beans. A lot of people are going to die you know, just so they can find me. I’ve killed more than a few they sent, but they’re not playing around. Soon the guys with Infamous level status will be circling this city, guys who’ve killed Presidents, and Dictators, and even some of the biggest Supers out there in foreign countries. It’s a death warrant to leave the Underground you know, all those pretty little secrets they keep. And I intend to be the last man standing, even if I have to root them out from under what rocks they come from. Anyways I’ve talked long enough, what’s say we finish up here.”

Chris knew that he was currently at a disadvantage, even though Ramsey had lost one of his arms. Chris was on one knee and his opponent was already trying to disarm Chris of his sword. Chris had to act fast in order to prevent Ramsey from overtaking him. If Chris couldn’t handle this talkative whack job, how could he even try to face this current serial killer named Nightmare? How could Chris equalize Ramsey’s advantage?

The Sky. Chris would be more mobile in the air, while Ramsey would probably struggle to dodge Chris’ attacks. Chris sent a jolt of electricity into his sword, causing Ramsey’s remaining hand to tighten around the handle of the sword. Once he had adhered Ramsey’s hand to his sword, Chris activated the flight protocols. Chris, with Ramsey along for the ride, darted faster and faster into the sky above the city of Lost Haven.

Once he had reached several hundred feet above the tallest buildings in Lost Haven, Chris reduced his velocity. Ramsey was still dangling from the metal-clad hero’s sword, although this would not be true for long. Chris deactivated the electric current that had kept Ramsey adhered to the sword.

“I hope you can fly,” Chris said to Ramsey as the metahuman struggled to hang onto the sword hilt. Then, suddenly, Chris released a great burst of electricity that encircled him. While Chris’ power-suit provided him ample protection from the damaging power of the electricity, Ramsey, on the other hand, was not so fortunate.

The two struggled over the sword, but soon, Iron Knight sent a jolt of electricity through Ramsey’s remaining hand. Locking it in place. As Iron Knight took skyward, his suit streaked through the air while Ramsey hung off the sword. He seemed to enjoy it, his grim covering his face had no signs of worry. Underneath it he still had his fears, but the excitement overcame them all. The view was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. Once they past the highest building, Iron Knight reduced his speed. And the current of electricity was cut from the sword. Ramsey knew what was coming next.

But to him it wasn’t something he immediately concerned himself with. With a witty remark Iron Knight sent a current through Ramsey’s body. Fortunately his skin after the initial electricity burst, had changed it’s outer properties, reducing the conductivity of it. Still it hurt quite a lot. More than even he expected. But there he was still hanging off of Iron Knight, grinning from cheek to cheek. “Well check out that view, magnificent isn’t it?” He said looking out over the city. “Darling, I usually like a second date before we see the city intimately like this.” He said jokingly, while he pulled himself up with his arm, and wrapped his legs around his opponent, before releasing his hand and grabbing the helmet.” I don’t know what most of this tech is? But this helmet must have some optical sensors, smashing it would probably disrupt your vision right?” As his grip tightened damaging several important looking bits of tech in the helmet. “After he leaned back horizontally, arm extended. “ So fun dance! Right. I know I know. You should talk more, the whole silent act is boorish. Anyways this is my stop! Let’s have fun again later.”

Ramsey’s legs let go, as he fell backwards. “This is gonna hurt.” As he continued to fall, he spiraled in the air, twirling and twisting, mostly of his own accord. The fall wouldn’t kill him, it at worst would break most of his bones, but his healing factor would kick in, soon enough. His eyes looked downwards, a large building caught his fall, as he crashed through several floors, tumbling and colliding with each floor of the downtown apartment building. As he fell to the third floor, living room. He laid there for a minute, his face with some broken floorboard going through it. His body bled over the floor. As he laid motionless for a full minute. Before he began to stir.

He slowly stood up, and removed the floorboard from his head, and began to limp over to the fridge, opening the door. “God, damit! Vegetarians.. Just what I need. Well at least they like their beer.” He said as he quickly chugged it, knowing full well Iron Knight would soon be coming. But by the time he got there, he would be gone. And by now the police were already swarming the scene and his arm would be evidence. No doubt my car would be impounded. No big deal, just break in later. He thought to himself. Before leaving. Leaving a pool of blood behind.

Meanwhile, Chris hovered above the city as he watched Ramsey plummet towards the ground. By the way Ramsey had acted when his arm was cut off, Chris concluded that this fall would not be the end of the metahuman. Chris would have went after this man, but he needed to make several repairs to his armor, especially since his suit was running on an auxiliary visual monitor system. Chris watched for a few more moments and then set coordinates for the S.T.R.I.K.E. base. While in-course to the S.T.R.I.K.E. facility, Chris switched on a secure S.T.R.I.K.E. frequency.

"S.T.R.I.K.E. base, this is Iron Knight. I am coming in for some minor repairs and for the preparation for this "Nightmare" killer.