o7 ❂ video
[ The device is situated perfectly as it almost always seems to be in this place, zooming in and capturing a red and gold suit of armor flying high above a sea of trees and headed straight toward a larger, bulkier, but still sleek silver suit. Red and gold twists and turns and does a few tricks, palms glowing white and blue as it shoots out a few warning blasts.
The silver suit flies evasive manoeuvres to avoid the blasts, before stopping mid-air, the rather large gun on the back of the suit aiming at red and gold before letting loose shot after shot in quick succession, too fast for the human eye to follow.
Red and gold dodges with an air of smugness- and it's that very confidence that predictably allows the final few shots to catch him, powerful enough to knock him back and down into the dirt. The camera adjusts as Iron Man regains footing and begins shooting upward in retaliation, armored feet sinking deep into the earth.
The silver suit continues shooting, at the same time flying closer and moving in until to continue the steady fire becomes impractical, at which point silver - the War Machine - begins close combat. Those with an eye for such things may recognise the military training between the War Machine's every attack and defence.
And those with an eye for such things may recognize the lack of finesse in Iron Man's movements - there's no defined style, a mix of learned skill and impulse. He dodges and throws a few punches of his own (takes a lot of punches, too) before the impatience in his metal form begins to show and the glowing blue in the center of his chestplate begins to shine even brighter, and a giant-ass laser shoots forth.
Said giant-ass laser has the nasty effect of pushing the War Machine backwards with such force that when the metal suit meets a tree, the tree cracks and falls and the War Machine crumples with it. Though he is not on the ground for long, pushing himself up immediately and lifting both hands, the faceplate going up to reveal one Col. James Rhodes, a huge grin on his face. ]
Since when does it do that?
[ Iron Man's faceplate moves up as well, and Tony has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, clearly smug and not in the least bit ashamed of it. ]
Since I decided that you're not the only one allowed to have big, shiny guns. Only mine doesn't go pew pew and is less likely to miss.
[ That gets a laugh which quickly turns into a somewhat exaggerated expression of contempt. ] You know damn well I don't miss. [ well, he doesn't, okay. ]
That thing's not a gun, 's more like a death ray.
[ Tony drapes a metal arm over Rhodey's shoulders. ] Yeah, whatever. I still win.
[ That earns him a metal shoulder bump. ] Like hell you win. That was at least a draw.
[ A snort and roll of Tony's eyes. ] I don't do draws, in case you haven't noticed.
Have I told you lately that you're insufferable? [ Rhodey's voice betrays his amusement, though. ]
You might have mentioned it a few times, but you know I don't like to listen to you lecture me between the hours of 9 a.m. and 9 p.m.
[ And he pulls away to pat Rhodey idly on the back ]
All right, JARVIS? Cut the video and let's get these babies back home for some TLC.
[ooc | TLDR WAR MACHINE AND IRON MAN FIGHT.]
The silver suit flies evasive manoeuvres to avoid the blasts, before stopping mid-air, the rather large gun on the back of the suit aiming at red and gold before letting loose shot after shot in quick succession, too fast for the human eye to follow.
Red and gold dodges with an air of smugness- and it's that very confidence that predictably allows the final few shots to catch him, powerful enough to knock him back and down into the dirt. The camera adjusts as Iron Man regains footing and begins shooting upward in retaliation, armored feet sinking deep into the earth.
The silver suit continues shooting, at the same time flying closer and moving in until to continue the steady fire becomes impractical, at which point silver - the War Machine - begins close combat. Those with an eye for such things may recognise the military training between the War Machine's every attack and defence.
And those with an eye for such things may recognize the lack of finesse in Iron Man's movements - there's no defined style, a mix of learned skill and impulse. He dodges and throws a few punches of his own (takes a lot of punches, too) before the impatience in his metal form begins to show and the glowing blue in the center of his chestplate begins to shine even brighter, and a giant-ass laser shoots forth.
Said giant-ass laser has the nasty effect of pushing the War Machine backwards with such force that when the metal suit meets a tree, the tree cracks and falls and the War Machine crumples with it. Though he is not on the ground for long, pushing himself up immediately and lifting both hands, the faceplate going up to reveal one Col. James Rhodes, a huge grin on his face. ]
Since when does it do that?
[ Iron Man's faceplate moves up as well, and Tony has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, clearly smug and not in the least bit ashamed of it. ]
Since I decided that you're not the only one allowed to have big, shiny guns. Only mine doesn't go pew pew and is less likely to miss.
[ That gets a laugh which quickly turns into a somewhat exaggerated expression of contempt. ] You know damn well I don't miss. [ well, he doesn't, okay. ]
That thing's not a gun, 's more like a death ray.
[ Tony drapes a metal arm over Rhodey's shoulders. ] Yeah, whatever. I still win.
[ That earns him a metal shoulder bump. ] Like hell you win. That was at least a draw.
[ A snort and roll of Tony's eyes. ] I don't do draws, in case you haven't noticed.
Have I told you lately that you're insufferable? [ Rhodey's voice betrays his amusement, though. ]
You might have mentioned it a few times, but you know I don't like to listen to you lecture me between the hours of 9 a.m. and 9 p.m.
[ And he pulls away to pat Rhodey idly on the back ]
All right, JARVIS? Cut the video and let's get these babies back home for some TLC.
[ooc | TLDR WAR MACHINE AND IRON MAN FIGHT.]