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"Get your ass outta here, Will! You're worth more then me," Adrien yelled.

Will watched in shock as his comrade rushed off into the midst of battle, foolishly attempting to draw the attention of the Controls away from Will. What does the idiot think he's doing? Will thought, staring wide eyed as Adrien ran over to the truck. He'll get himself killed out there! I have to do something... Glancing around, Will assessed their current situation. Although it looked like all of the Controls were present, only Ironman was attacking. What the hell are they planning?

Will didn't have any more time to contemplate as the walking mountain set his sights on him. "Shit," was all he could say as the behemoth screamed in rage and rushed him, an unstoppable force on a crash course with the world's greatest weapon. "Let's see how the ultimate tank deals with the ultimate sword, shall we?" Will said, a hint of confidence seeping into his line of banter. In the blink of an eye, Will's fair skin shifted to the deepest black, a diamond hard carbon shield enveloping his entire body. Will had no doubt that the giant before him would be able to break through it, but the protection would hopefully take the majority of any blows that might land. With uncanny speed and agility, Will launched himself up on top of a street lamp. All armies prefer high ground to low, he thought, quoting Sun Tzu's masterpiece, The Art of War. If he had the high ground, he was in the advantageous position compared to his armored opponent.

Out of the corner of his eye, Will spotted a familiar head of blue hair; it was... that other kid, Will had never caught his name. "Well, look who decided to show up!" he shouted to his ally, all the while making sure he had a good grip on the pole that was keeping him aloft. "Care to help out a little? I dunno if I can handle this guy alone."