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Matthias didn't panic as the machine came barrelling down on him. In fact, he smiled. He was dissapointed to see the parts he had shot eschewed from the main unit. The most unusual aspect about those was not that they had holes in them from normal ballistics, but rather large lumps of silvery substance attached to them. Matthias' gun didn't fire bullets per se. Rather, it fired projectiles similer to paint-ball pellets, only instead of paint they carried pure Platinum that had been flash-heated into a liquid state. It was easily the most expensive ammo ever created, but then that was the point entirely.

As the robot charged, Matthias swung his right arm clicked the dial for the anti-grav on his case all the way to full. The case shot upwards and to the side, carrying him with it. Since the robot was travelling in a straight line, firing more shots at it was pretty simple and he had a pretty good chance of hitting. Once he got a safe distance, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"OIFREISN!!"

The suitcase he had left behind that supposedly had the gold in it suddenly exploded in a spectacular manner, just as the machine was next to it. He had used one of his Economancy spells to switch the gold with a small bomb that had been in his own breifcase. A wry grin stayed plastered on his face as he continued to rise towards the ceiling.

((In the meantime, I'll describe the warehouse more in-depth.))

The concrete floor was roughly the size and dimensions of a football field, and provided no cover as it had been completely cleared (recently, judging from the dust and whatnot). The walls, made of some sort of light metal, extended up three stories, before giving way to a gently curved roof, also metal. Near the vary top, wood rafters gave the sloping roof support, because this is Gaia and every building needs wood rafters. There are no support beams to speak of. There is a third story office above, on the south wall, but there doesn't seem to be any way to reach it. It juts out about twelve feet from the wall, and extends down the wall's entire length. The windows, angled so that one could lean over and look straight down, are made of one-way mirror glass.

Heavy light fixtures hang down to about halfway to the floor, bathing the building interior in a harsh, unnaturally white light.

[Addendum]

Oh, and there are windows, all along the walls, at about the middle height. Those ones that open inwards and up.

Well... that idea went straight to hell. So much for staying on the nonviolent side of things this time... James sighed as he thought this... and then reminded himself that this was the reason he had worn the Armageddon Coat yesterday. He did wish that there would have been time to pick up a few things before this debacle... but beggers can't be choosers, and that curse was a horrible thing to endure.

James bent down, trying to keep his weight off of the wounded leg, and reached into the pockets near his knees on either side. In a moment he procured eight small black boxes, each with either a blue strip or a red strip of tape on them. Anyone with sharp eyes and a knowledge of what they were would see that they were pistol magazines.

Reaching towards his left hip, James procured another item, a nearly empty roll of duct tape, and proceeded to tape the eight of them together in one large block.


This should do something... even if he was really wishing that he could find some way up to those third story offices. He didn't quite trust them... in the least.

Distracted from the room around him as the distinct thwump of a small rocket being launched into the air he saw two arc through the air at him. Stiffeling a curse he reached out with his mind towards them. Pushing along the fins that guided their movement he forced them change, the unequal pressure sending them careening towards the tin wall. Disturbed by this seemingly new ability he readied himself for the battle. "By the Holy Inquisition I pronounce ye guilty oh Iron Man. Your punishment is execution."

(( Argh... so hungry... can't think straight... Gonna run for some chinese real quick between posts. Should be back in time. ))

Rockets. It had to be rockets. Well, his gun was more or less worthless against this opponent anyway, much to his chagrin. He moved a dial on it's handle with his thumb, putting it's internal tempurature way above the levels it could structurally stand. He then tossed it into the path of the rockets and clicked the anti-grav dial on his case slightly below normal. The cases increased weight dropped and took him with it, just as the gun exploded above him. Hopefully he had timed it right, and the sidearm would take the rockets with it. Not wanting to break his legs on the ground, he then dialed the anti-grav higher again, slowing his decent at the last few seconds.

The machine's head suddenly moved in its body- literally- until it was facing Fischig, leaving Rage to deal with a freakish torso. The two legs closest to Rage become tendrils, snapping up to wrap around his sword, while its arms spun around its body and lashed out horizontally towards Rage's right side, the arms turned into parallel blades.

All this while, most of the robot's body began to shift away from Fischig, while the head and a man-sized lump beneath the head kept its place, threatening to seperate from the rest of its body.


[Addendum]

Matthias' defense against the missiles worked- they couldn't veer off in time to avoid the exploding gun, and the man's only worry for that moment became gravity.

"Well, damn. Didn't see that coming," Rage muttered to himself as the tendrils shot out at him. As he sliced at the first one to keep it at bay (or perhaps cut it off), the second one grabbed his sword. After a quick tugging match, he freed the blade just long enough to see the sharp, deadly arms coming at him. Unable to think of any other way to react, he brought his katana up parallel to his body, bracing himself for an impact.

Having floated safely to the ground, Matthias began digging into his pocket for change. After removing from his pocket, his hand clutched three gold coins. As odd as it was to see one doing this in the middle of a fight, he gave each coin a good toss towards his shakily allied partners.

"Here! Catch!"

The coins probably wouldn't be caught by most of them. One was fighting, one was doing some crazy Jedi stuff, and the other was occupied with McGyvering something. But the coins would at least land on the ground nearby so they could pick them up. Assuming they trusted him enough to. It wasn't really anything that could hurt the robot he was planning. It was insurance.

Once that was done, his fingers once again danced on they keypad to his breifcase.

(( Mmmm.... Takeout Chinese.... ))