*Vrooom*
The engine settled and hummed as the chopper cycle slowly came to slow as Armory, the "Average man" as people had taken to calling him, stopped near his destination. The area known as crystal lake, and it was here that his battlefield had been chosen. He got off the bike with the heavy thud of his boot against the ground as he kicked the stand out and parked it up against the area.
Crystal lake? Yup. That's real comforting. With any luck, I'll just be facing some run of the mill slasher. We can play hide and seek for a little bit before I blow him in two.....bah, what am I sayin'? It's not gonna be easy.
His Beowulf with Dragon's kiss in hand, he prowled through the forest on foot, his thermals as he looked about the area, the infrared revealing the wildlife to him. He surveyed the area, learned it well for now. His capacity for learning excellent, and helpful in enabling him to use the environment to his liking. All the leaves and trees....it's a perfect place to lay traps.
Now let's see....wonder who I might be fightin'. Probably someone with super speed....maybe teleportation. Everyone's got the strength these days, that's a given. Might be someone who can just stare at me to put me down.....
He mulled about at the abilities he could possibly encounter, and all those kinds of people he's fought. People who far outclass him and his ordinary weapons and gear. He's always come out on top or at least survived against these superhumans, demons, vampires, psychoes, spirit wolves, cyborgs and bullet dodging martial artists, but he knew to never underestimate and opponent.....
No matter how they appear...
He made his way through the woods cautiously, being close to the trees and ever ready to move with a nimbleness that belayed that of a man of that size, clad in that much gear. He kept a cool head, no use losing your sh** at a time like this.
Maybe this'll even be pretty interestin'....
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