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The mercenary's eyes popped wide to see the silhouette of the mech still standing behind the thick cloud of dust still settling from War-Pulse's assault.  War-Pulse had felt some sort of energy radiating off of Equilibrium when the battle started, but only now did he realize what that field was, as it had deflected his strikes rather handily.  Now he was paying for that oversight with a slew of taunts coming from his opponent, calling out his supposed strength and finding his potential lacking.  However, there was no time to deliver a retort, as now War-Pulse was feeling some sort of energy buildup from Equilibrium, mostly in the upper shoulder area.  He could not see through the fog, so he could not be sure what it was.  Was there some sort of repair mechanism?  Or was it some kind of weapon from the automaton?

The answer came sizzling through the smoke in a beam of light, singing through the air towards the mercenary.  Given the smog, War-Pulse could not have predicted the attack nor prepared to absorb the laser’s impact, preventing any adequate defense from himself.  The laser hit home, the impact thundering off of his chest and sending War-Pulse careening backwards, hurtling down the paved road into a nearby industrial building, colliding back-first through a brick wall.  A deafening crash ensued as a large portion of the wall and a substantial chunk of the building crumpled around the impact, the building no longer able to support itself when the metahuman pounded through the concrete and cement.  

It took a moment for War-Pulse to realize what happened, the impact being so sudden and surprising as he blinked his eyes a few times to try and get some focus on his current situation.  Once he realized he was under some rubble, it took him little time to shove most of the rocks and boulders aside and return to a standing position.  As he regained his bearings and the dust settled and it was clear Equilibrium again had him locked on, the now visible shoulder-mounted laser pointing directly at him and the machine moving on his position.  And yet, all the mercenary could do was smile, rolling his neck and shoulders to relieve tension from the previous impact.

[color=0054a6]“Alright, looks like your rust bucket packs more of a punch than I thought.  Not bad, Equilibrium.” [/color] He called back, his eyes scanning the torn apart street for an opportunity to get the edge against this mech. [color=0054a6]“I can’t say ‘god’ really fits me, though, I’ve always thought of myself as a ‘force of nature’...still, if that’s the story you got, then I’d really hate to leave you feeling underwhelmed.”[/color]  His gaze locked on to a large eighteen wheeler, surprisingly untouched by the chaos. Jackpot.

[color=0054a6]"So how about we turn this up a notch!?"[/color] He shouted, quickly pointing his finger in a gun shape, a kinetic spark bursting from his fingertip towards the mech's laser cannon.  He was hoping to at least cancel out the ensuing laser blast if not actually hit the laser cannon, though he surmised the energetic shield would deflect his attack regardless. All that mattered was that Equilibrium would have to react to his attacks, which resulted in less shots being taken at himself.

However, as he launched himself behind the cover of the truck, he could feel a sharp, stinging pain come in a wave across his entire body, causing him to wince as he landed, nearly crashing to the floor.  The constant fighting was beginning to take its toll on his body, causing the implanted organs that process and generate his kinetic power to cramp and strain. He had expended a substantial amount of energy early into this fight, and since he had not bothered to recharge after his fight with the silver-haired girl before, his resources were beginning to run thin.  

However, that would not stop him now, in fact he found the strain to be enthralling.  It had been too long since he had to cut loose and actually try in a fight, let alone feel like there was a shot at actively being defeated.  This was what he had been looking for when he came to Lost Haven, foes who would actively challenge him to make use of all his had learned as a mercenary, and now that he had found such a challenge, he could find nothing but exhilaration in this moment. As he spun on his heel, his hands dug into the tractor trailer of the large truck, fingers piercing through the steel as he crouched into position.  With a mighty heave, the creaking metal of the vehicle made an audible shudder as it was lifted from the ground, placed into the hands of the powerful metahuman.  Of course, War-Pulse had a target, and as soon as the truck was lifted, it was hurled; a mighty turn of the mercenary’s body causing the full eighteen wheeler to be spun through the air, launched with a powerful throw from the silver-clad warrior. 

This was only part of the two-fold strike, with War-Pulse advancing almost as soon as the truck was sent flying through the air.  At this point, it was safe to assume Equilibrium would be ready for the flying object chucked his way, either by shooting  it down or moving to the side, it would not be airborne for long, which is why War-Pulse had to act quickly.  As soon as the truck was halted, it changed from a projectile to a stepping stone, with War-Pulse utilizing it as a stepping stone to launch himself high into the air.  Taking another substantial chunk of his power, he cocked his fist back, kinetic energy crackling around his hand as he began to descend.  There was a clear, wild grin on his face, his eyes gleaming with both power and excitement as a burst sent him rocketing towards Equilibrium.  

[color=0054a6]“Now, let’s see what’s under the hood here, shall we?!”[/color]  He called out, dropping from the sky at an alarming rate, headed straight for Equilibrium’s current position.  With a mighty cry, War-Pulse shifted the weight in his shoulders, launching his fist forward in a mighty haymaker punch to the mech’s faceplate with intent to penetrate right through it.  [color=0054a6]“Time to crack this pinata!”[/color]