"...Fuck!" Tony cursed, his voice coming through the speakers in a shrill squawk.
Yongye looked at him and laughed so hard his shoulders shook.
"How is it? New size doesn't fit too well, does it? Want me to contact someone in Fusang to make you a women's suit of armor?"
"Leave an extra two inches in the chest, taper the leg plates, cinch the waist... They're the best at making women's armor."
"You bastard, die!" Tony roared. Blazing white light gathered in his palm cannon.
The beam erupted from the cannon and shot straight at Yongye's chest.
Yongye didn't dodge. He even gave a deliberate snort of disdain.
The Nanotech Armor formed a thick shield over his chest. The beam struck it, bursting into blue-white flames that scattered in dazzling fragments. Layer by layer, the Nanoparticles absorbed, dispersed, and dissolved the energy until only a wisp of pale blue smoke drifted from the shield's edge.
Having made his point, Yongye turned his hand at his side and drew Tessaiga from System Space. He casually tossed its dark red sheath onto a lab bench.
The moment the blade left its sheath, a vicious aura exploded through the laboratory, setting the petri dishes on the workbench humming.
Yongye twisted his wrist and held Tessaiga out beside him. In half a second, every toothlike ridge along the blade sprang open, and it swelled into a massive sword as broad as a door.
One great sweep to mow down an army!
One man, one sword—and somehow he had the overwhelming presence of a whole pack of Transformers!
Autobots, attack!
The sword's force tore through the room like a raging storm, destroying everything in its path!
Tony, Iron Man himself, took the brunt of it. The elbow joint of his armor's right arm was sliced