War Machine From Iron Man Novels & Stories

The clash had wounded him, but instead of a frown, it was an excited smirk that found its way to the Supreme's face. "My physique is similar to that of a High Grade Weapon right now!" Mane relaxed his fist into a palm as he warded off an attack from Tucker expertly. He had been injured in the clash, but the injury was merely superficial. His sleeve had been shredded by Tucker's saber, exposing his entire arm and making it easier to see his injury.

"It's alright to call us archaic. Trains, cars, anything metal… it's all just defying our roots. We're wolves, Gemma Brooks. Why waste our teeth and claws? And this war? The last thing we need is better, faster transportation. The iron smells horrible too." The Beta couldn't have been more than fifty years old, I deduced, judging by his profile alone. His rich tanned skin looked dry and was thinly wrinkled from sun exposure, and his light brown hair was short and choppy and streaked with gray. Such normal features for someone who gave off a cold and calculated air. He also seemed like he liked to hear himself talk. "But we boast our military might. Teeth and claws are all you need to win." H

he asked, direct and serious. I sobered, shaking my head. "Nothing." He didn’t buy it, but didn’t push either. "So, as a soldier… were you ever involved in any of the U.S. wars? Like Afghanistan or anywhere else?" I drastically changed the subject, I’d been curious about this for a while. James paused. "No, never," he said finally. "I’ve always served only one specific… company." I frowned. "Company?" "Yeah… it’s like a community," he corrected.

The explosives of the mechanical men were placed under their armor, and could be reached by anyone foolish or brave enough to plunge a pistol barrel through a gigantic charging machine. And so it was, amidst the rumble of musket fire, the distant battle cries and Trosdig’s unnecessarily harsh remarks at my brother. I watched Joram Nileous, the one we called Pal’lacon, or Old Spartan rush headlong at the nearest machine man as he plunged his musket’s bayonet under the gap in the armor, I heard the ring of the musket shot and then a flash of light, the rather expected but completely necessary warnings to take cover and then a period of momentary silence.

He held out a small parcel and a ceramic flask with a golden cap. “Here,” the man said. His voice, muffled by the mask that was covering the lower half of his face. He was dressed like the men from earlier, although he didn’t have a turban wrapped around his head. “All I have at the moment is some bread and a little bit of leftover wine. If you wait a little, you can have some meat. How do you feel about desert rat?” Jade almost puked. Who the hell eats rodents?

Each Tungsten projectile pierced the provisional armor of Warlords as they are made of paper. He moved at a speed which was for the Plunderer was not tangible. He was everywhere at the same time, a swirling blade Muscles, steel and killing instinct. He drew all the attention of the army themselves. That was my sign. I put my gun on the edge of the rock. I dazzled the chaos that Brilliant and the muzzle fire under me. I breathed deeply and fixed the rusted, emergency repaired overpressure valve on top of the water tank

The Iron War has simmered on for as long as I can remember, flaring up every so often for a few weeks of brutal fighting before settling down to months, even years, of empty threats and espionage. Thanks to a ludicrous defence contract, Axion Industries is now the dominant military force in America. Their control extends across most of the Americas, as well as half of Europe and one-fifth of Russia. Britain and Korea both entered the war about a year ago, developing unique mechs and choosing their allegiances. Like the knights of old, Britain's Crusader and Excalibur mechs carry shields and pack a massive punch. The British forces fight tentatively for the American cause, but defectors are c

I now have an idea, I immediately ran towards the wall. Brak—“Aaaa…!” I screamed as one of the robots floated up and was thrown against the wall. His body immediately crumbled. I looked at Aldo, the robot came from that man. I looked at what the man was wearing. I smiled, Aldo also wore a sword like me. In fact, before the start of the war. Aldo said the sword wasn't very effective. But Aldo put it on purposely so I could slightly see how he used it.

Arthur, the Eighth Brother. He looked like a man who had spent his life building bridges of steel while his brothers built bridges of starlight. He carried a cane topped with a simple silver wolf’s head, and behind him stood a legion of soldiers in "Null-Armor"—suits designed to absorb kinetic energy and ground it into the earth.

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”