<i>Weighed down by the ramshackle armour, the bullets hit head on, however, the metal does stop one or two of the bullets before falling to the way side, riddiling him with holes, as the Ironclad bleeds his wounds begin to smoulder, his blood burning and cauterizing the cuts. With that dealt with, the Ironclad brings his blade back, gripping it tightly as flames surround the sword before swinging it in one motion, a wave of molten iron being shot out towards the pink guitarist</i>

<i>A piece of the floor falls, revealing a set of stairs as a heavily armoured man with his face behind a golden mask steps through the giant machine in the real world and into the virtual world via the stairs, wielding a long blade measuring taller then the Ironclad himself with a hook at the end. After pushing a tuft of hair out of his view, he rests his shoulders and awaits a challenger.</i>

<i>The Ironclad spends a solid 5 of his precious 30 seconds staring at the person in front of him, utterly bewildered. Even so, The Ironclad opens a small pouch at his waist, crouching down and pulling out numerous little trinkets. Firstly a green lightning bolt shaped potion and a jar with a wisp within it. Another 5 seconds pass as the two bottles get affixed to a belt. With 20 seconds left on the clock, he spends the rest of the time affixing random pieces of jagged metal to his arms. With his armaments finished. The Ironclad watches and waits with a defensive stance.</i>

<i>The Ironclad tanks the notes in his blind rage, only mildly slowing him down, brimstone pumps through his veins, making for an eerie image, throbbing veins, a pair of bloodied wings and golden horns. As he approaches he tightens his grip on the blade, bringing it up over his head, ready to slam it down right before Tot tackles him. While the actual tackle only knocked him around a bit, it also meant that due to the size of the blade, The Ironclad couldn't strike or else the blade would hit the ground first. Nevertheless he tries desperately to thrash about, slamming the heavy blade as it echos about. In just a moment the Ironclad throws the blade to the side. Heating up as his blood boils before emitting waves of fire over and over, scorching Tot before exploding in a wave of fire, burning himself to ash.</i>

<i>The Ironclad watches as the guitar blocks the Iron Wave with ease, noting this as he listens to the chit chat, the edges of his lower face wigging around the confines of the mask before the Ironclad tightens the metal facade as a low gurgling sound is heard, akin to someone suffocating. After a bit of struggling the Ironclad gives and speaks one word</i> <b><center>CAW! CAAAW!</center></b> <i> The Ironclad then falls silent again, coughing before taking his blade again, yelling a battlecry as he meets her head on, the Ironclad immolating himself with the inflamed blade as he strikes against the guitar, threatening to burn his opponent if they stay too close for too long.</i>

<i>The Immolation quickly subsides as his opponent backs up, leaving some nasty burns on the Ironclad, nevertheless he holds onto his blade with a strong grasp before resting it for a second to respond with a set of hand gestures. He begins with shaking his head before placing his hand on his chest, near to his heart, he then grasps at it before pretending to pull it out, he then hands it off to another hand with his fingers pointed up like horns, then pointing back at the flaming sword. </i> <b><i><center>CAAW! CAW!</center></i></b> <i>The Ironclad then takes his mask off for a moment, revealing the face of a blue bird, beak and all. He then grasps at it and pretends to tear it off, and hands it off before pointing at Tot's face, and placing his hands back on his face before placing the golden mask back on. With his &quot;short&quot; and &quot;clear&quot; explanation done with, he takes his blade and begins to spin in place with it, as more revolutions complete, the wind begins to pick up more and more becoming so ferociously fast each gust cuts like steel. After a solid 3 seconds of spinning the Ironclad stops midway through a spin and thrusts the blade towards his opponent, finishing the whirlwind with one final gust of iron wind. </i>

<i>The Ironclad tilts his head at the mention of the MK, not exactly right but they were into it so he just shrugs it off. He was surprised they were able to jump over the whirlwind though. Staring at the giant note dumbfounded and without a plan, trying to cover up before the note hits, shattering against his armour as he takes a few blows shredding his skin, however halfway through he remembers his potions and pops one by smashing it and drinking it. The one drank being the wispy one, turning the Ironclad himself wispy like a ghost, phasing through the rest of the attack. Once the rest of the shards stop flying the potion wears off, leaving the Ironclad with injuries, but still standing. Even with all his bleeding, the Ironclad pulls out a small dagger and tries something drastic, stabbing it into his arm, he collects a small pool of blood in his hand before crouching down and splashing it onto himself, after a second, the Ironclad begins to glow red, overflowing with sudden rage as he explodes into a demonic form, growing horns and a set of small wings, taking his blade up again and dashing towards Tot Pop before slashing a cross slash with more force then before. </i>

<i>The Ironclad shoots Tot a thumbs up b before strapping his blade to his back and walking off into the distance, now that he had some training in, its time to return to the quest!</i>

<i>After the explosion, The Ironclad is booted out of the machine and pops up outside the computer in the real world, checking over himself and noting that everything is still there luckily. </i>

<i>The Eiagon hits the Ironclad roughly, burning his flesh as he takes a step back, clenching his arms as he turns his skin into metal in case another attack flies his way, watching the others until he hears something about 3 million yen. tilting his head at the mention of yen.</i>