[b]Furious[/b]

It was a strange sensation, flying through the air. The groan inducing pain of hitting the floor was a tad more familiar, though no more welcome. Even if it fuelled him, getting hurt wasn't something Furious was incredibly fond of. Even that couldn't match the indignity of a big metal foot plopping itself on his chest, just enough force and weight behind it to keep Furious on the ground and no more. It was most galling, looking to a casual observer that the masked hero was a prized trophy kill bagged by Chrome. He waited for the crushing weight to come, a crush that would give him the strength to bodily throw the shiny nuisance from on top of him, but the weight never came. For some reason Chrome was willing to pin him there and nothing more. A sickening thought came to Furious then.

He knows. 

Somehow the League had found out the true source of his power, that was the only logical explanation here. Otherwise why would a man composed entirely of steel [i]dodge[/i] his barge, or why would he refuse to try and finish his foe once he was on the ground? How could they know, Dr Mellori had promised Miguel Dominguez that he wouldn't breath a word about Furious's Meta-gene. It was a secondary problem to the fact that the young vigilante was now floored, but it was the far more troublesome one. 

The knife wielder that Furious had 'saved' leapt into the fray, his momentum managing to knock Chrome off. The red masked hero took the opportunity to scramble quickly to his feet.

[I]“This guy's full of surprises!”[/i] called 'Legolas', proving quite adept at stating the obvious. Of course he was full of surprises, otherwise how would furious have ended up flat on his back. The young vigilante had his foes measure now, realising that he was facing off against more than a mere brute. 

“You go left, I'll go right,” Ordered Furious, showing the sort of commanding presence that could only be possessed by an arrogant youth. He circled Chrome slowly, sure that a two pronged attack would be the undoing of the metal 'villain'. Then, with a surprising burst of energy he shot forwards, sending two straight lefts towards Chrome's face, following that up with a right hook. If Changeling attacked at the same time they would make scrap of the metallic nuisance in no time.