[ Tony weighs his options. The suit's more or less down for the count, since he seriously doubts their guest will give him time to whip out his tools and do some electrical work. His opponent is armed with absolute bullshit that he doesn't remotely understand, and he's armed with a heavy metal bludgeoning weapon, at best. Strategizing must follow accordingly.
He decides to do what always seems to work out in situations like this: stupid, reckless shit.
Timing is key - he waits until she's approached close enough, until she has her electric attack poised, and then all at once the seemingly-dead armor is moving; it opens like a maw releasing its prey, Tony leaping toward her just as she's launching her lightning. She can attack the arc reactor if she wants, but at this proximity, overloading it is absolutely gonna roast her too.
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He decides to do what always seems to work out in situations like this: stupid, reckless shit.
Timing is key - he waits until she's approached close enough, until she has her electric attack poised, and then all at once the seemingly-dead armor is moving; it opens like a maw releasing its prey, Tony leaping toward her just as she's launching her lightning. She can attack the arc reactor if she wants, but at this proximity, overloading it is absolutely gonna roast her too.
Get fucked Lame Hawke. ]