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"Horizon, You know what? - Skip those safety measures I don't like them and put my Mark Five and Four in the containment storage units, I'm going back to classics for a while...Mark Three Plus is going to be my suit again..." Stark sighed heavily, the recent weeks had nearly been harder than losing his parents....at-least then the whole world were not breathing down his spine wanting him dead, people forgot he was actually a human, more than a suit "Horizon, Don't you even try and tell me that is not a good idea dammit, you know I don't care anymore - You know....I am safe --" Before he could continue Horizon had interjected,

Horizon - "Sir, An urgent call from the NATO division requesting a your personal presence in the Sahara desert - More information will come soon"

"Okay, Fire up the Mark Three let's get ready to boogie old friend, When was the last time I actually went on a peacekeeping mission? I don't even remember the last time the Enforcers actually helped anyone conventionally.." Stark rubbed his hands together as his underlying metal came out of the pours in his skin, now for the actual suit.

"Horizon - Let's try the new way of suiting up....you know, the one we thought would end up killing me?"

He chuckled vibrantly to his AI, ironic the only true friend who never judged him once, was a machine. Springing into the air using his impressive jumping skill due to the Peak serum his armor attacked him from all sides, smashing into his arms, legs and chest as it attached itself onto his body. Finally, performing a mid-air cartwheel simultaneously as his mask flew into his face the technological innovator landed in his iconic pose he used to do for crowds back in his expo days...Standing back up with a happy nod he spoke to Horizon "See, No broken bones"

10 minutes later - Above the desert

The clouds were forcefully pushed to the sides while Stark blasted through them accompanied by a sonic boom a second after, Accelerating yet again as his suit performed at near 80% of its safety capacity Peak was now at over triple the speed of sound without any signs of stopping. Previously dismissing the safety measures meant the suit could perform far better than usual but at a great risk, this risk meant it could and did routinely malfunction without its safety mode. Stark was almost using his time on earth now as one giant dare devil type thing, life was not meant to be lived in safety mode. As usual though, Horizon disagreed.

Horizon - "Sir...Why do you insist on removing the safety features THEN insist on going beyond what the suit was made for?...I cannot compute such nonsensical behavior" Start checked the visual data with his HUD before responding to his ingenious AI.

"Okay Horizon I understand! This is the 6th time in the last 10 minutes you have asked me that, clear your cache or defragment something you are stuck on a loop!" Only Stark - ONLY Stark was able to continually piss of an AI to the point it literally broke its programming and stopped talking to the master, indeed this happened again as Horizon did not respond as it should have. "See Horizon, All's well ends well" Flying over the desert he began to encircle the terrorist military camp that he was supposedly meant to destroy. Landing downwards at incomprehensible speeds he shot to the ground, faster than any radar or human eye would have ever visualized..

 Landing in style, Stark was ready for action. He surveyed the area unaware this was a trap.....
Landing in style, Stark was ready for action. He surveyed the area unaware this was a trap.....

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Since she found out what occurred between Stark and Amaranth, Shiho been tipping the group off for weeks, feeding information regarding low-risk, high-reward military operations, of which they could use the spoils for equipment and to gain prominence within the Court. The catch: each of the operations had in some way involved Peak Industries, be it the transfer of goods or the tools used to complete the job. Sooner or later, she knew he would be notified.

The plan was simple. Lure Stark to the not-so-secret secret location, where there had supposedly been a group of terrorists affiliated with the Court, where they stayed in between causing trouble for various nations. And there were. A small group, consisting of a low-level speedster, a pyrokinetic, a panther-boy, and an energy absorber like herself, though not nearly as proficient. Merely pawns in her scheme, they were taken for what they were, fuel to her fire. By the time Stark arrived, each of them would be dead, completely drained of all energy, that they had not even enough to sustain life. But by the time he got there, she would already be long gone.

In a stealth helicopter, 250 miles from the camp, she waited, along with Dante and Lyra, her assigned Choir members, chattering away in their minds to one another.

“Hmph. For one who deals pain and death better than even most adults in this world, she really is remarkably childish. She clings to the title, and for what? That she might feel closer to Kratesis in some way? The woman never even cared for her, didn’t treat her much special, and hasn’t even been around in ages.”

“Really, she’s more like a lovesick puppy than a child. It’s sweet, in a way, though quite frankly, a little sad. If not for the old ma—“

“Urusai. Shouten. He arrives.”

Precisely on cue, Lyra and Dante went to work, as did a fourth, completely silent member, Emma-hoo, each playing a role in her opening due to their mental prowess. Astral forms, indistinct by any conventional means, surveyed the situation. Dante to keep track of Stark’s trajectory as he moved, Lyra to keep watch over conditions at the landing site, and Emma to cover the entire area between the helicopter and the landing zone via clairvoyant scan. Each fed precise calculations into her mind, and she adjusted her railgun accordingly. As soon as Stark landed, she was notified, and she gave the rifle a charge and fired. A cryo-round coming in from in front, dead center to his forehead at 16,916.4 meters per second. Upon impact, the round would explode, its special properties causing a hyper-stabilization of the energies that bonded the armor, binding it on a subatomic level, in turn producing a petrifying effect. At the same time, a cartridge of liquid nitrogen stored within a chamber on the inside, with that explosion, would produce an additional freezing effect, brittling the head of the armor to the point of it capable of being easily shattered.

Of course, even with every careful preparation, no plan is guaranteed success, and this was the man who had so badly damaged adored Tora-sama, so she dropped from the helicopter, speeding off at just under the speed of the specialized ammunition to the area so she could capitalize on the result, stopping a mere foot behind the armored industrialist, her own back to his.

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Landing Stark quickly raised to full standing level as Horizon analysed the area waiting to see if anybody would engage him. Looking around it was not actually as packed as he may have initially thought, "Horizon, check for aerial satellite scans of this place it does not fe.." Before he could continue due to the unfortunate circumstance that Horizon was currently scanning for life coupled with the fact he had switched safety mode off, it did not make Stark aware that that an attack was inbound. Dangerously smashing into the armored aristocrat turning his face seemingly into ice, "Sir, the suit has just been attacked by a freezing agent, Nano-Bots being driven to the attack now revoking the freezing effect currently taking over, momentarily the suit will have to shut down" As Horizon said it and began to remove the bonding effect through Stark-Bots and other technological marvels, a secondary attack smashed into his head again freezing it for a second time as Stark dropped to his knees in agony, the suit was unable to cope with pressures like this automatically, Stark had to revoke his prior plans and engaged safety mode, "Horizon.." He croaked "Engage..safety mode" Instantly, the suit and the owner were now bonded again creating a telepathic link meaning in the future he would not have to converse with Horizon and ask it to do things, now it would be almost instantly and scan his mind at a subconscious level.

The suit simply heated up the metal around of his head while cooling the internals of the suit allowing for the ice to simply melt. His Stark-Bots creating a secondary layer of "skin" or metal underneath of his helmet which was pushed up and removing any freezing agents still on his face as the second skin became the first like a snake shedding becoming new again.

Sensing the woman's arrival Stark spun around quickly bringing up dual arms pointing them towards Shiho, "Who are you?" He looked at her, she was young "You're like...15 years old?" Looking around he could not see anybody else, what the heck was going on? "What is this?..." He refused to attack a child, unaware she was about to attempt to murder him.

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It shouldn’t have been a surprise. Despite her undying dedication to and extensive involvement with the Court of Arcani, most of the general public, and those fancying themselves heroes, tended to overlook Shiho Haraguni, more attentive to the more…outspoken members, such as Amaranth. As was no different in in that particular instance, the oversight played entirely to her advantage. The unassuming young girl, though not much to look at from initial appearances, remained one of the Arcani’s most dangerous playing pieces, and if nothing else, because of the way she was perceived, she was even more of a threat. And unlike those before her, she would ensure that the price for Stark’s lack of sagacity in this instance was more than simply eating crow. The cost for harming Tora-sama would be much grander.

Railgun collapsed back into a cube and stored within her belt compartment, the close-quarters situation called for an entirely different approach. In this, she elected to use the Zythium katana, located at her back and her waist.

Taking advantage of his confusion, she acted quickly. In a swift and fluid movement, she whipped each blade from its respective resting place, spinning on her heels to bring herself face to face with her enemy, stepping forth, just off to the left side of him and bringing her arm up and across at a forty-five degree arc, his outstretched arms targeted for removal at the elbows. At the same time, her other blade sought a target in the back of his left knee, beginning with a similar downward slash. But rather than follow through entirely, she aimed merely to graze the armor to prepare an opening before drawing her arm back only slightly, then thrusting forth, aiming a precise stab into the back of his knee in order to sever the cruciate ligaments.

Additionally, aware of the defense his armor granted him against most typical forms of attack, and unwilling to risk the chance that it could defend against a normal blade strike even from blades of Zythium, as she swung her blades, she commenced the channeling kinetic energy through each of the swords, triggering rapid movement at an atomic level in the edges of both blades, hopefully allowing disruption and damage to the armor (and his body) at an atomic scale. Following the brief series of blade strikes, she gave a kick at his backside in order to shove him to the dirt. Cold, focused eyes watched the iron knight behind emotionless lenses.

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Stark watched intrigued as the child's rail-gun collapsed into a cube which was then stored inside of her belt, the technology having been eons above his, squinting inside of his suit he suddenly engaged his magnetic fields awaiting an attacking knowing to underestimate even a child in this kind of world would be to court death. However due to his previous confusion the child stepped in fluidly bringing the blades up and round slashing towards of his elbows as he attempted to swivel sidewards, the metal which was like no other cleanly cut through his Peak armor as it cut down to the bone, causing for pain and terror to run through his mind as Horizon instantly began to select the necessary Stark-Bots to repair the damage, before this was done another thrust came forwards viciously digging into the back of his knee having less protection than the front of his body as Stark collapsed onto his one working knee in severe pain. Looking up he shouted "What have I ever done to you kid?" Before he was ruthlessly smashed into the dirt with his armor combating a kinetic based attack trying to dismantle him at an atomic level, feeling the armor go into a severe overdrive mode due to extra energy it was not a pleasing feeling, indeed the inside of his armor became like a furnace as he was scolded alive in his own suit....Horizon quickly enabled the counter heat measures but not before Stark had suffered severe burns. The external of the suit had been burned through completely wherever the blades had touched and additionally the internals of the Peak Suit had been fried, his rail gun was off-line. The one thing which he had previously used to defend against most threats.

Performing a push-up like motion he got back to his metal feet as he eyed up the attacker, clenching both fists. Standing to his full size his Peak serum attempting to heal the damage to his body he spoke "Huh? What is this?" He raised both palms towards of the girl "You're a little'ninja or something aint you?" Shooting out dual bolts of repulsion energy embedded with source particles which had previously been used to dismantle Amaranths instability. Having analysed the kinetic attacks it was highly apparent this girl used some kind of energy distortion...the beams hopefully would disrupt her long enough for his followup attack, jolting forwards he would have limped however he flew, directly into the girl trying to punch her dead in the face with a fist made of pure metal, upon connection it would go intangible, wrap around her neck and smash her forehead onto his chest, all in one motion.

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#6  Edited By Fukuro_Zoku

As if faced with a rhetorical question, and out of the feeling that telling him would be superfluous, Shiho gave no response to what was asked of her, thinking if Kratesis were there, she would waste no words on those soon to be dead, and she had no intention of letting him live beyond that time and place, so the sentiment, and there was much, would have been wasted. Those same emotionless white lenses regarded him carefully behind her black face mask, quantum computer actively feeding her data on this enemy. She circled like a wolf, patient for the next opening.

There. Just as he raised his arms, she readied herself, knowing what was coming next. The prolonged extension was as a gift itself in the way they presented open targets. But what came next, she took as a gift in a more direct way. "You're a little ninja or something ain’t you?" Her response was but a simple sigh; not the first time someone made that mistake, but unimportant. What was important was that a discharge of energy would soon be inbound, and as it released, she rushed forward to meet it head-on, joining her katana together at the hilts via altering of the energy of the molecular bonds on the ends, a reversal of the typical mutual electron repulsion, making for a mutual attraction.

Upon contact with the particle beams, she intended to run him through with the blade, completely absorbing the energy that they provided. She had not, however, accounted for the inclusion of foreign technologies accompanying the assault. Though aware of the effect they had on Amaranth, there was little information to indicate the extent of the use of these “source particles.” An attempt on her energy, even by such advanced parts as these miracles of modern science, proved completely futile, but a secondary functioning in place by their user set a more direct move made upon her central nervous system, offsetting her balance and cognition in such a way to aid in Stark’s own assault. As such, she didn’t see it coming, but felt the admittedly painful collision against her skull, small body repelled from Stark shortly before being halted by his grip. Another hard collision, combined with the restriction of air to the brain, had her feeling it even worse. For despite all the energy she received from every hit, she felt the full force of every attack.

Nevertheless, Shiho is far from a stranger to pain, and as she was being assailed from the outside, she was working to correct that which was afflicting her on the inside. Within her body, the source particles were as microscopic insects in a volatile container. First, she required a surge in cognition, speeding up the operation of her brain to compensate for that which was lacking. Then, concentration. Around her cells, modifying of the energies within, disruption counter-acting that of the particles, ridding her of them and setting off a high number of low-volume, sub-particular explosions within her body.

Even as her head banged against the man’s chest, her face showed no clear emotion. Bear the pain without so much as flinching or batting an eyelid. Her response a direct, three-front counter centered upon his offense and her own experimentations for a multi-faceted retaliation on three levels. First, in accordance with his attack and their close proximity, Shiho brought her sword around his back, holding it at length before driving it as hard as she could toward her, in such a way that it would hopefully drive through his spinal cord, even if subsequently following through her own stomach, hopefully resulting in a loss of motor function in Stark below the waist, hopefully taking him off his balance, forcing him flat onto his back, the blades deeper into his body. Then, leaving the one blade inside, disconnecting the other from the hilt, attempting to drive it through the back of his heart.

Simultaneously, she put into practice her first field attempt at the use of quantum tunnelling for offensive purposes. Her body, naturally a conduit for energy, she used as a makeshift electrostatic field. First attempting to bond herself to Stark via electrons connecting his and her armored bodies, a close physical bond making them almost as a single body. Following, the practical use of field electron emission through the use of her body as the field. The attempted forcing of electrons directly into his armor, as a means to an end, was meant to cause disruption in the armor akin to a broken wire or blown fuse, leaving him hopefully trapped, helpless in his own armor like a steel prison whilst she commenced her attack.

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Horizon working inside each and every Source particle being able to watch and monitor what was happening, realizing that his energies from the blast were absorbed into the girl - As suspected she had some kind of energy manipulation - yet her balance was turned fragile for a mere moment speculating and inferring that the particles had indeed performed some kind of attack. But violently - each particle was destroyed as though it had never existed. Explosions rippled through the child's body as a testament to the destruction of his particles Stark growing ever more scared. Luckily, his attacks had worked though.

Her blade smashing into his spine his armor buckling and being bent inwards into his back, his armor giving enough force to simply stop an impalement as a magnetic charge was placed upon the sword hoping to negate its effects and dispel it backwards, yet this was futile as the sword continued it's drive into his back nearly tearing though. Having no wish to be on the receiving on of such an attack his body was flooded with Source Particles turning intangible attempting to simply walk through and pass over the woman, come behind and attack. Yet his plan was averted.

As his own body attempted to slide through her own she in contrast had tried to perform a bonding movement connecting the two, his own suit started to shake violently as the two became connected in unison by her almost magical attack yet was the simple devious deigns using quantum tunneling. His body then engulfed itself in a higher concentration of source particles realizing his suit had just become a makeshift prison. His eyes widened in pure fear knowing his suit had just become his downfall. Transferring all known Source Particles in his entire person to his actual physical body Stark turned intangible himself as his suit became tangible, popping out from behind of the suit safe performing a roll backwards hoping the woman had not spot his own body leaving the suit due to the sudden explosion which had just happened. A self destruct sequence was initiated the moment he left his prized possession.

Now - being alone without his suit only a few Source Particles, Stark-Bots and his own mind had to be put to use. Without delay a metal under-skin manifested itself upon his body like a second skin made out of titanium simply for defensive measures as his fingertips protruded becoming claws his Stark-Bots forming intricate designs, using technology given to him by Quintus Knightfall being Anti-Metal. The properties were stated to be able to cut through any known metal on earth or possibly out of earth if it followed the periodic table - Without any exception so far.

Using the explosion previously as a distraction Stark attempted to dive into the flame, teleport behind of the girl and slash her three times across of the back with his Anti-Metal claws hoping to cut through any metal or defenses. Sharper than any diamond on the planet he hoped even if somehow the kinetic energy was absorbed he'd make even he smallest of cuts - even a microscopic tear in the skin would be a success - if possible and the cut happened the last amount of Source Particles stored within the hollows of his bones would intrude into the woman's body once more. Stark however would now be left without any means of defense apart from a thin metal layer of skin and his own intellect, Without a suit and limited internal resources he was in dire trouble.

Upon intrusion into her body, they would mimic the effects of cerebrovascular disease or in other words hope to give the young Impero a stroke through blocking specific regions to the brain simply by creating internal, unnatural platelets causing a clotting of the blood inside of her brain. Unsure of the outcome Stark performed yet another roll backwards feeling his body pained from previous injuries.

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In binding herself forcefully to Stark’s suit in such a way, Shiho expected great pain, and that was what she got. She gritted her teeth and bore the pain of fusing her own body with the suit of armor, certain of the compromising situation she would put him in. However, due to the foreign Source Particles which he had used extensively, she had not yet taken checkmate; simply captured another piece and put the king back on the run. However, as a king, losing all of his pieces, one can only run for so long before the end.

Without warning, an explosion engulfed her frame as a self-destruct function built into the suit of armor activated. Her response was that of silent satisfaction, as Stark’s latest tactic did naught but to fuel her power. He would have done better to leave the husk as it was, but it was inconsequential to her, who held no interest in his armor; only the termination of his life. No matter if he made it harder on himself or not. To his credit, however, much of her armor had been destroyed in the resulting explosion, making her back as an open target for his claws, raking across her back just as she reclaimed her swords. Grunting as she stepped forward to evade the last of the strikes, the smoke cleared to reveal her small, now almost naked body standing hunched, countless scars from both experimentation and training covering practically the entirety of her body from the neck down, his own now a few among many. These scars, prominent among them two elongated markings extending down the length of her body, so sensitive in her mind, a sign of the weakness she once felt and vowed never again. Worth more than any number of insults, no one, save for Amaranth and Kratesis (who had also given many herself), was allowed to see them. That he just had struck a chord in her mind, invoking a rage within her.

Sneering menacingly, she turned to face him, emerald eyes glowing unnaturally, as a visual channel displaying her anger. She broke off into a dash toward him, but almost as soon as she started up, she collapsed, sliding along the sand, her entire body gone limp as in a total loss of brain function, she was as good as dead for a few brief seconds.

Before long, however, senses flared and her body came back under her control. The work of Lyra inside her brain, successfully taking control momentarily, acting as Shiho herself, and utilizing her abilities to clear most of that which remained in her system. Regaining control of herself, Shiho stood, limping a bit on the left side, now suffering in usefulness due to lingering effects - the leg, a good bit more sluggish than the right; the arm, completely immobile; the eye, incapable of any vision, accounting for a diminished capability for depth perception. Nevertheless, she regained her standing, and moved forward in spite of the wounds both he and she had inflicted on her. Although sluggish, and aiming for a target farther away than he appeared, her anger had yet to subside; nay, intensified the longer he remained alive. She pushed off her right foot, flinging her body forward, repeatedly retracting and thrusting her arm forward, forcefully, as a sledgehammer shot out of a cannon at 500 mph. Her aim, if successful with contact, the use of intricate combinations of his energy and hers, to scramble, or preferably disable, any extraneous abilities he had, such as that which would accentuate his healing processes. Second, as that when her powers first manifested resulting in the accidental harm of her brother, another affectation on his bio energy, targeting his internal functions for failure in each of his major organs, simultaneously, aiming to finally terminate this life.

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Previously having rolled backwards the Technological Tyrant re-positioned himself a few meters away from the death dealing ninja, evidently his attack had performed some kind of injuries, her armor and clothing was virtually nonexistence, albeit she was a small girl, and this even in the heat of battle made Stark slightly nervous and awkward yet the two gigantic scars apparently woven into the very fabric of this young girls mental solace. The scars from her neck down spoke of tails of sorrow, depression and desperation, war and torture, everything Anthony had known - and more. His heart sank, even though she was the enemy, upon seeing a girl - not much older than his own son - so pained and scarred so sensitive and fragile but so deadly and robotic saddened the Starks already lost soul.

A menacingly ferocious sneer cut through the air sending Stark stumbling backwards slightly in shock, her emerald eyes glowing vengefully vindictive ready to decimate the EX-Meta-Human Chief of Staff.

Bloodied hands coming up to defend his already bruised and battered face before she stopped dead in her tracks, rolling onto the ground like her soul had been ripped from her body by divine beings, she rolled forwards, seemingly dead.

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes her body unnaturally rose. The zombie-like girl paced forwards as a testament to Starks knowledge that this girl was unstoppable, everything he had was poured into this battle. He knew this would be his last. Death would soon be upon Anthony, and he knew this, he even cherished the thought. In some ways he knew he personally deserved it, having been responsible for Venezuela and done absolutely nothing to stop the Statue of Liberty's destruction. He sighed awaiting his fate. With one inherent regret, he had never, and would never hug his son again. He had never heard his son say "I love you dad". He would never see him get married, he would never meet his grandchildren. He looked down at the sandy ground his hands dropping wearily by his sides, tears welling up inside of his jaded eyes as they slowly trickled down his bruised cheeks mixing with the blood on his already battered face, red droplets of tears stained the ground as he slowly looked up for the last time to meet his maker.

The violent collisions bestowed upon his frail form at 500MPH where simply too devastating to bear, his body ripped apart with the faintest touch of her cold arms, the force crushing each and every rib he posses his internal organs shutting down due to her secondary attacks. A crushed skull followed as one of her attacks smashed into his head, his nose inverted inwards turning his face into something which resembled no humans face. Ironically, everything his life had been was for the ego, for the show. Everything done boisterously and amazing and now - he died in the dirt, no cameras, no friends, no family, no enemies, no speeches. Nothing. The End of an Era had arrived. Stark had been slain.