Ares

Gun fire erupted, the sounds of every possible small caliber round filled the warehouse. As Ramsey charged forward, his body taking multiple bullets. The small calibers sunk into his flesh before being pushed back out falling to the floor ringing as they bounced. Ramsey sent a right uppercut into one of Barron’s goons, as he flew backwards into the other thugs. Fighters from the ring joined in, as they started knocking Ramsey around, punches and kicks were thrown wildly, as Barron’s men were tossed about. Although Ramsey only had one arm, he was still stronger than any man there. It was like Super Man himself had entered the warehouse, though he would at least hold back. Ramsey on the other hand was inflicting injuries that would hospitalize or even kill his attackers.

One of Barron’s goons came up behind and swung a metal bat, he was met with a kick to the side of his face as Ramsey spun around breaking the man’s neck. “What are you doing fools! Kill him, a million dollars to the man who brings me his head!” Barron shouted, his desperation showed through his voice, the fear in his eyes. This man was no ordinary Meta. No not in his eyes, the grin that plastered Ramsey’s face brought sheer terror upon him. The strength that he possessed. Barron had made a powerful enemy, as Ramsey plowed his way through the thugs.”No! No! Stay away. Don’t who know who I am! How much influence I hold?! Any closer and I bring all of Lost Haven down on you!”

Ramsey smiled as he inched closer, and closer. Until another man came from the back. Ramsey glanced at him scrawny and weak. He wore loose fitting clothes, and stumbled towards them. Stopping to place his hands on the metal sliding door. “ Kill him Champ! Finish him, and I’ll pay you two milion. You’ll be rich! Rich I say!”

“That’s your Champ!? Really. I’ve seen toothpicks thicker than that.” As he laughed off the supposed Champ. Something began happening to the door, it begun shrinking? No it was being absorbed. By the small fry. His body grew, muscles expanded, and he towered over Ramsey. As he picked him up and slammed his head into the wall. “The Names Metallurgy. And I’m not soo funny with your face buried into the wall like that Am I!?”

Metallurgy pressed even harder until Ramsey’s head tore out the other side, as Metallurgy began tugging to his left; trying to tear Ramsey apart. “Should’ve quit while you were ahead! Little man.”

“Great, just great so the super sized half pint likes bad puns. Oh this just gets better.”

As Metallurgy was trying to rip Ramsey’s head off, his feet were struggling to get a grasp on the floor, they bounced and flailed before they could be planted firmly. Dust was kicked up, and metal shredded. It tore into his neck as he reached out his feet and twisted once they broke the ground freeing him for now from Metallurgy’s grasp. “Wha!! But how? That should’ve killed you?”

“Yeah well I get that alot. But looks like you're getting rusty, perhaps it’s time to take a rest and quench yourself. See, I know my way around bad puns too.” Ramsey tossed out a punch to Metallurgy’s stomach, and a kick to the shin of his right leg. But to little avail, the man had at least four, or five inches of metal covering his body. Sure the metal bent and broke, but he’d just repair it soon after. Almost like clay. 

“What!? Can’t land a solid punch? I don’t seem to be having that problem. Hahahaha!” 

Ramsey was backed into a corner, His opponent could repair himself faster than Ramsey could do damage with one arm, and with all this metal about he had every advantage he could want. A pillar of steel shot out from Metallurgy’s arm pinning Ramsey to the ground just in front of the scoreboard. Ramsey struggled and tried to push himself up. But Metallurgy just kept up the pressure.

Barron strode over.”So, not so tough now are you? My Champ here won every fight he’s been in. And he’ll make short wort of you.” Barron said maliciously.

Ramsey was pushed back even further, into the cables that sent power to the scoreboard. Thoughts ran through his mind, as he decided to see how well insulated his opponent was. With his free arm he tore out the cables and although Metallurgy was covered in metal, so too was his skin. The voltage of electricity was sent through his body forcing him to convulse, and fall over. Barron made a run for it, terrified as beads of sweat poured down his face. Ramsey cut him off as Barron cowered in a corner. 

“ I.. I Have money, Gold, Jewels whatever you want. Juuust don’t kill me!.”

Ramsey placed his hand upon Barron’s shoulder.”Now, now Old Boy. I have plenty of use for you, need an errand boy. And connections. But first a place to stay and a new license plate for my car will do. Or do you want to join your men in the ground?” 

“Whatever yooou want Ares.” 

“ Get too it! Well Don’t keep me waiting.”

Barron scurried off to prepare some things, as Ramsey walked out into the street. He looked towards the river as some 16 foot tall fiery creature walked into the city. “Damn. Now we have a giant monster attacking the city. Someone should probably get that? Well not my problem, not my problem at all.” Ramsey turned around as he set off to find wherever Barron went.