<div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Metropolis City</span>: Federal Reserve Bank</em></div><br/><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Cyborgs/Storm_Slayer___Steam_Golem_by_zeo_x.jpg)</div><br/>Not missing a single beat, as usual, the Parvenu whipped around and cast one slender finger into the air, the single digit seeming to proclaim his victory with one forceful movement.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"Late as usual, Ignite!  One would think that a hero of your caliber would know the virtues of being punctual, but I suppose we can't <em>all</em> be paragons of gentlemanly behaviour!  And I would ask that you use my full title, and not some affectionate moniker!"</span></span>he added with a slight irritable twang.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I fear that we are not quite so <em>familiar</em> as that, my not-so-worthy adversary!"</span></span><br/><br/>He swept one arm out to the side, his thoroughly drenched robes slapping wetly against the pavement.  The Deathbots all seemed to stir, their cogs grinding and mechanisms gurgling until a symphony of industrial noise filled the air.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Though I commend you for putting on such a brave front, I fear that it is <em>I</em>    that have the advantage on this most fortuitous evening!"</span></span>he crowed, a conveniently dramatic bolt of lightning flashing at his back to punctuate the mirthful declaration.  He hadn't planned on that one, but it seemed as though fate truly was on his side this time.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Though your courage may burn as bright as any sun, I fear that your flames are another matter entirely!  In this torrential downpour I think you would have trouble igniting a stove, let alone the high grade metal alloys of my newest Deathbot line!"</span></span><br/><br/>As if to hammer his point home, the rain seemed to intensify to the tune of a roll of rumbling thunder.  Taking a gracious bow, The Procacious Parvenu slowly backed away into the horde of steadily approaching mechanized murder machines.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I cannot say that it was nice knowing you, my old enemy, but I'm sure that historians will write favorably of you once your mangled body has been laid to rest!"</span></span><br/><br/>At that precise moment the first three Deathbots made their strike, sending both shrieking drill, crushing hammer, and whirling saw blade towards the intrepid hero in a three-pronged attack!