Hero stood in the middle of evergreen park, watching the moon disappear. Just to kill time, his pursuer had fallen behind a couple of minutes ago. So he just waited, watching the beautiful stars dance across the pitch black sky. Until he heard footsteps, The hunter had finally caught up.
"your pretty fast.." the hunter said jokingly
"i know.." he replied laughing a little
"but enough of this small talk, you know why i'm here.." the hunter replied
"i'm giving you another chance to leave.." Hero answered
"no thanks, i have always been the fighting type" the hunter replied
He sighed , unsheathing Yokoshima & Kurayami this wasn't going to end pretty. The hunter pulled out a twin short swords, they where his weapons of choice. The silent night was broken as the sould of metal clashing began, almost like music.
The battle went on for what seemed like minutes, each dealing blows to the other. Until Hero finally got annoyed, he would have to end this quickly. Within an instant the battle changed in Hero's favor, the hunter could only defend as he blocked Hero's swift attacks. He soon realized all too late that Hero had just been toying with him, there was no escape from this one.
Hero saw his chance and took it, impaling the hunter with his blade. The hunter looked surprised, but that soon changed. He smiled weakly towards Hero, as if telling him that this was the death he was waiting for. Hero removed his blade letting the hunter fall to the ground.
"Not bad..." the hunter said "could've been better..."
"i would have killed you earlier...." he replied "but i thought it would be better this way"
with a smile the hunter died, leaving Hero alone once more or so he thought. For he felt more presences here, in the woods watching him.

(( I'll post later, have to go now))

"Fummufu!" The sounds of the mascot was a bright one, as he hugged the children. Inside was a different story, as the operator, an experienced warrior in the arts of murder, death, and total devastation. He had to keep a straight face, as he handed out sweets, waiting for the time to strike. "Where are those Melodramatic East Asian Prosperity Sphere Battle Teen Warriors?" he muttered, but to all who heard him, a chipper "Fummufu" was all they heard.

Meanwhile, a Mobile Armor landed, holding above the battlefield as its legs emerged. "So, we wait for THEM to show up, and then we use the theme music.." The oldest member, the team leader, clearly visible from his red and white jacket nodded, as he placed on the heroic music on the ready, the fancy and generic technology allowing the diverse team to strike at any moment.

The Technocracy Strike Force was a much more dapper one that the garishly colored Trantorian GENERIC RANGERS UNIT. And probably much less noticeably. The generic high-emissions (exhaust fumes on thermals) Mobile Armor was picked up by the T-43C1 RADAR/LIDAR tank manned by 108th Forest Operations Brigade, of the 5th Volgograd Airborne, in a heartbeat.

The Volgograd 108th approached the park from the east, scarring away children and families with the ominous rumbling of tracked APCs and Half-Tracks (hov-tanks don't work well in forests). The APCs entered the park, knocking down trees and crushing them below their threads. They continued to move forward, escorted by nearly a platoon of soldiers on foot, and then they stopped, twenty meters from the downed trees. There three APCs, and five Half-Tracks, arranged in a pyramid-style formation with the APCs taking the front, and the Half-Tracks behind them. The soldiers were evenly spread across this, but seemed to radiate from the central Half-Track. Everyone was wearing forest camouflage, and the larger metal plates on the IFVs were cloaked with some nifty adaptive camouflage.

Senor Lieutenant Tchaikovsky, a short, buff man wearing a white t-shirt, camouflage fatigues, and green combat boots, picked up his narrow-band communications headset and clipped it onto his ear. He whistled through it a few times for testing, and opened channel three for talking to the Generic Rangers. Tchaikovsky grinned, and flipped a switched marked in organic-and-black strips. The anthem of the Red Technocracy began to play, loud enough for everyone in the park to hear.

"This is Scepter to Crown, everything is a go, over."

After he killed him he turned to see a couple of gaint robots. "hummm...." he
looked closer thinking. "i'll just have make my own then..." he said as he made a fist and raised into the air letting darkness absorb into it until it was on the brik of exploding then he slammed it into the ground. The earth began to rumble behind him as metal from the ground began to gather at his feet. It forced itself into a shape and as more gathered the more it resembled a human style shape. Until the very ground behind him exploded revealing a brand new and original moblie armor. "Shadow Caster arise!!" he said smiling as the machine forced itself out of the ground.
"yay!!" hero said grinning as he fused with the suit becoming ShadowHero. "i didn't even think this would work.." he said looking at his matalic body.