The rainforest treetops parted by an unseen force as Magneto probed the lush rainforest underneath for some sign of human intellect. He knew it was futile, his combatant merely a machine. This chase merely a formality. The metalic reflection in the distance barely made Magneto’s sense tinge. Soaring at ever increasing speeds Magneto closed the distance in moments and pulled Robocop into the air, sending the inferior machine’s hand cannon sailing away into the undergrowth. With a single thought, Robocop folded into himself crushing every bone in his body until he was no larger than a basketball. So simple.
But then Magneto was falling. Falling and falling the rainforest quickly reaching upwards to crush his fragile human exterior. Yet, it wasn’t the fall Magneto was thinking about now, it was the liquid coating his throat and filling his lungs. He fell for seemingly forever until he couldn’t fall anymore and he found himself holding his throat in shock laying in his Acanthus Carved Tall Post Bed. His mind clouded and his eyes struggling to see amongst the equally cloudy smokey room. As the gas sifted away from Magneto’s view, he saw his dead combatant. He saw Robocop. Alive. In one last breath, he threw Robocop across the room. The thud of the mechanical man kissing the wood walls was lost to Magneto though. Pressing against the floor with his arm, Robocop rose to one knee, just far enough to see the endless sea of red contrasted against the white cloth sheets. Every rib in his body broken, Robocop slumped back to the ground, victorious.