X-Men Mission: Avengers vs X-Men: Iron-Man and War-Machine 1

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Sub-mariner and Firestar get the first look at the Iron-Men; Iron-Man and War Machine.



As the Vision and Falcon engaged one set of their flyers, Namor and Firestar were forced to deal with the wave of Iron Men coming in. War Machine rolled out and launched a missile at the defensive formation, forcing Angel to burn it out of the sky. The suits zipped past, leaving the two flyers to catch up.

"Just what I've always wanted to do," Angel said as she kicked off the air and zoomed after the speeding metal monstrosities. "Play chicken with a bunch of technologically advanced death machines."

Namor was at her side as they left the top of the Triskalion building, New York sitting like a diorama below; their friend poised in combat growing smaller as the two ascended to chase those same death machines. The look on Namor's face, however, suggested he didn't quite agree with Angel's assessment.

"They are arrogant men in toy suits," and he leaned in on "men" as if that were the greater insult, "As we have nature's wrath wrapped in our very selves. Let us play."

"Good spirit," Angel said with a smirk. "Let's play." She kicked off higher into the air, going up at an angle and dropping down about a hundred feet in front of the suited men, firing off a large ball of flame in hopes of either hitting them or, at the very least, forcing them to separate.

Both suits peeled off in opposite directions, their tight turns showing off the agility and speed of the suits. They both executed tight loops to come back around, War Machine coming up behind Angel and Iron Man coming at Namor on an angle. The air around Angel started to explode in fast, sharp pops as the explosive ammo from the shoulder rotary cannon drew a bead on her, trying to blow her from the sky.

Iron Man raised both hands, his repulsor blasts hammering the area in front of Namor, causing the air to turn mushy and difficult to stay aloft in as he passed through the wake.

Angel whipped around just in time to see the assault begin, and quickly dove lower, flying under War Machine. She couldn't outrun him - keep up, maybe. But outrunning was out of the question.

So she didn't bother trying. Her heat shield sprang to life above her, encasing her in a bubble, and she shot back up to run straight into War Machine.

Where Angel chose to maneuver, Namor had never been one to dodge. While the turbulence may have created a greater obstacle for other mechanically powered fliers, Namor's mutation cared little for limitations imposed by physics. He stood his ground, as it were, across from Iron Man, letting the mushy air wash over him.

"Cheap tactics, but you are just a man. Face Me!"

"Deal." Stark muttered behind the mask as he raised his arm. Six mini-missiles cooked off from the launcher that deployed, ripping off like angry wasps and targeting Namor. Below them, Angel sped towards War Machine in a fiery streak, forcing the other suited man to fall back, firing a barrage in the face of her charge to try and stop her before she could close.

Angel zipped to try and dodge the barrage, her shield taking a few hits and wavering, but managing to stay up. She flew up above the attack and dropped straight down.

In the time it took Iron Man to ready his launch, Namor was already moving. Not from or down, however, but into the onslaught. The impact of the missiles curbed his momentum and would likely leave some bruises later, but the Atlantean King was winding back for a punch as he emerged from the explosion's radius, straight for Tony's faceplate.

The impact almost dented the faceplate as Iron Man staggered back, desperately trying to keep himself upright again using his repulsors.

"Roddy, a little help here?"

"Sure." War Machine looked away from Angel for a moment and fired the concussion cannon on his right arm. It struck Namor fullforce in the back, like being kicked in the spine by an angry god. Unfortunately, it left an opening for his opponent.

Angel took advantage of the opening and barreled right into War Machine from above. The impact popped her bubble, and a burst of flames instantly exploded from her body, engulfing the metal suited man.

"Fuck!" Both flyers dropped like rocks, only it was only War Machine thrashing as they fell. He tamped down the panic as his suit's onboard fire-suppression system kicked in. It took him a few more moments to re-establish a proper flight path even as he watched his opponent nimbly tuck and explode out in a different direction without his ungainly movements.

Namor was falling, too, as Angel lit up their opponents effectively. He convulsed briefly, back arching, as he struggled to fight for control of his body again. His descent slowed much more cleanly than either of the either suits, and his eyes held murder as Tony pull out.

"You cannot run, tin man!"

Angel was rather smug as she darted off away from War Machine before quickly turning and going straight back at him. Keeping him guessing and overwhelmed was the name of the game right then. She was sure a suit that technologically advanced would be only a little hindered by her fire. Out maneuvering him was the only way to win.

So she went straight back him, relying on the concussive force of her fire, rather than the flames themselves, to throw War Machine off. She fired off three fireballs at him, right in a row, watching as they exploded against his armor.

War Machine huddled up, locking his forearms about the bursts of fire. It was starting to overload his fire response system. He fired over a barrage of missiles in response, trying to earn some room.

Yet as good as the cover fire might have been with one opponent, Namor came in quickly from the side, deciding that a sure target neutralization was better than chasing two. Contrary to Angel's ranged firepower, Namor's guns were the up close and beat you in the face sort. Suppress that.