[B][color=yellow]Omega a.k.a Michael Watts[/color][/b]

"Round seven completed." The computerized voice announced as Omega breathed heavily on a tattered battlefield mimicking Manhattan, New York.

"Yes! Let's do this!" Omega shouted.

"Round eight. Begin." The computerized voice announced seconds after Omega. He looked ahead before he was struck from behind. Omega's body flew into anew already tattered pickup truck. The metahuman used his telekinesis defensively to avoid serious injury, and let his regeneration do the rest. 

He stood up to see a large... yes it was a statue with a mace in his hand. Omega smirked at the opportunity to crush it into dust. It lunged at him, but like a bull fighter, Omega side stepped the statue only for it slam it into another. 

"You thought that would work again, you cheap computer!" Omega yelled with a smile. In a previous round the same attacks were done. Spawning a second enemy after your attention is on the first really nipped him before, but now Omega was utilizing his senses and powers in ways he never could against the average street thug. "Don't get up." He said as he made their feet bend and ball up. The two statues struggled to moved before Omega jumped up and landed on one of the heads of the statues. It's metallic head crunched and dented under his feet. "Too!" He then jumped toward the next stage to kick it's head in. "Easy!" The statue's head dented immediately before the two simulated enemies vanished "End it! I just wanted a warm up. 

"Training ended." The computerized voice announced as the scenery changed back to the panel covered room. He was surprised to see it unscathed, he could have swore he hit one of those walls wih a semi. He exited the chamber and saw James.

"Hey, buddy! Get in this thing! It's virtual reality level shit!" He shouted.