This was not going nearly as well as he'd hoped. This Chrome guy would certainly be an excellent fighter to work with, but at the moment, Changeling couldn't help but wish he was a little more vulnerable. Maybe he should've taken the Fae's offer to teach him magic a little more seriously... But that was the past, and now, he needed to figure out how to-

"Your mind trick don't work on me Fae."

Changeling's jaw dropped, although such things were hardly noticeable behind his mask. This guy knew he was Fae. How many others knew he was Fae?! More importantly, what else could this organization- which he had assumed would have some respect for a hero's elusive preferences- know about him?

But enough of that for now. Chrome knew he had the advantage here, and Changeling was all too aware that the steel man's attacks had left his armor quite battered. There was only one logical course of action. Changeling would have to disengage his opponent.

The vigilante prepared to jump away from the "villain," dodging a punch, before hearing the sound of a younger potential teammate announcing his attack. Changeling moved out of the way, as Furious was brought to the floor by Chrome's annoyingly strategic maneuvers. Soon, Furious was floored, and Chrome placed a foot on top of him. Expecting the brutality that had been dealt when the steel man floored the Fae, Changeling was confused by the strangely merciful- and perhaps humiliating- way Chrome merely pinned the trainee.

Confusion was replaced by action, however, as Changeling sprung at Chrome, slamming himself into the metahuman in an attempt to knock him off Furious, before attempting to leap a safe distance from the steely grip of Chrome.

"Get up quickly, friend!" Changeling called to Furious, "This guy's full of surprises!"