The police were hunkered down behind the cars as down the street the large mech like battle suit caused havoc. While SWAT couldn't do much they did call in for the Avengers or Justice League. One cop stood with his shotgun and fired at the mech and watched as the buckshot harmlessly bounced off the metal. Suddenly a hawk's cry pierced the air followed by a clap of thunder. The police quickly began to back away, knowing what was coming. The mech seemed to look around nearly confused by what was happening. Then with a loud bang a man landed in the middle of the street, only 10 yards from the mech.

"Well hello metal man. While not the real man of Iron you seem to be inspired. I look forward to vanquishing you for him."

A strange electronic laughing sound came from the mech before it charged forward and a clawed hand shot out aiming at T'Shan's head. T'shan lifted a hand and caught the claw, before bringing Mjolnir down on the forearm section, ripping the clawed arm off the mech. T'shan spun the hammer and smirked before spinning it faster and faster, before letting it go. The hammer hit the mech dead in the chest area and sent it flying 30 yards down the street and through a parked and abandoned semi.

"I shall accept your surrender metal man. Step out of your suit and the police shall take you away."

A missile flew through the hole in the semi and hit T'shan in the middle of the chest. When the smoke cleared T'shan was standing in the middle of a crater laughing.

"Ah good, I was hoping you wouldn't surrender just yet. Have at ye metal man!"

He said before spinning Mjolnir and throwing it towards him, yet hanging on to the strap. He flew straight at the mech, ready to deliver a devastating punch.

King had all the best toys. Die smirked inside the mech suit at the utterly ineffective gunfire of the cops as she stomped on towards her goal. She didn't even hear the bird from within the machine. And it didn't immediately occur to her that the thunder would precipitate anything other than rain. The way all the officers suddenly started retreating, which honestly they probably should have simply done as soon as she showed up in this mechanical behemoth, did get Die's attention though and she glanced around curiously for the source of their sudden onset of sanity. A source that became all too obvious when he descended from on high like a meteor. The Scion, he called himself; it was such a hoity toity name and it really didn't fit the rugged bear of a man she saw standing before her. Die liked men's men; at least they didn't look like she could break them in half by accident. And hey, this one she probably wouldn't, Die thought devilishly. Though she did wonder how he got that badass tattoo; she'd wanted one for years but her skin didn't exactly take needles easily. Yep, the son of Thor was definitely sexy, she decided. 

And, in the middle of that thought, he engaged her verbally with a Shakespearian vernacular that Die thought was as at odds with his rough biker-like exterior as his chosen moniker. Grateful for the voice modulator that at least made it come out sounding like an intimidating and villainous laugh, Die busted up even as she took a swipe at the hero. What happened next happened fast. Next thing Die knew, her mech was missing an arm, cracked in the center of the torso and she was tumbling down the street from the force of his counter-attack. Laying on the other side of a shredded semi-truck he'd just knocked her straight through, Die mentally chastised herself. Clearly she needed to focus a whole lot more on the 'son of Thor' bit and a whole lot less on the 'sexy' part. Shoot now, fantasize later, Die thought and she fired a missile even as he made the ridiculous offer that she surrender. By the time the smoke cleared, she was up and charging him, and now he was the one laughing.

'Have at ye'? Really? Why did the pretty ones have to go and ruin it with talking? Die absently wondered as he hurtled through the air to intercept her charge. While Die's own reflexes were lightning-fast, the mech was bulky and unwieldy and the demigod got inside her guard for the second time in a row. His punch broke straight through the already-damaged hull of the mech and knocked Die, garbed in her Ace of Hearts suit, through the back of it to go tumbling right back into the same trailer she'd just extricated herself from. Not a little embarrassing. Also...

"Ow-oh!" Die breathed out. She'd felt that one; it had actually hurt. In mild surprise, she glanced down at herself instinctively and her eyes lit on the crimson heart emblazoned on the front of her suit. Die's anxiety shot up like a thermometer bar tossed unceremoniously into a boiler room. The whole point of the mech suit was that King hadn't wanted the Royal Flush Gang implicated in this job; he was going to be so angry with her! She glared across the street at her opponent. This was all his fault.

With a powerful kick of her legs, Die sprang fifteen feet into the air, straight through the roof of the tractor-trailer even as she tapped a nearly-invisible control on her wrist. As she reached the apex of her leap, a panel opened in the back of the downed mech and her card flyer shot out of it. Landing upon it deftly, Die flew in a beeline for The Scion with a challenging shout.

"Alright then, so long as we're doing costume-themed banter, I'll see your 'have at ye' and raise you an 'All in'!" It... wasn't her best line, Die reflected. But she was nervous about King's reaction to how she was botching this job and pissed at Scion for making her botch it in the first place; she'd work on coming up with better material after she'd kicked his ass. Or, more accurately, pecs; because Die sprang off her flyer about a yard from him and flipped in mid-air, hurtling forward with her back parallel to the ground and the soles of both her boots aimed to collide with her opponent's solar plexus.

As his fist pierced the metal hull he noticed something, or more accurately someone, come flying out the back of the suit. He shook what was left of the mech off his wrist and kicked it to the side. Skugga came and landed on his shoulder as he slowly twirled Mjolnir. He watched the woman suddenly leap out of the remnants of the trailer and land on some sort of flying card. Skugga took the the air, circling around over head.

"A Royal Flush Gang eh? I was beginning to think you'd all retired to the failed villain home."

He said with a hearty laugh. Of course the laugh was cut short when she flew straight at him and drove both feet into his chest. He let out a noticeable 'oof' before flying straight back. The police had quickly left the area, waiting in the sidelines. However their vehicles and equipment were still there. As was shown when he flew through one side of the SWAT truck and dented the other side out. The truck rolled three or four times before coming to a rest upside down. There was silence from the truck that seemed to drag on. Mostly just because T'Shan was dizzy from the rolling, not to mention trying to catch his breath. She proved quite the opponent, just what he was looking for. Standing in the destroyed truck he brushed his hair back and composed himself. The sky began to darken, the sound of thunder starting in the distance and growing closer. Suddenly a massive lightning bolt hit the truck splitting it apart just as rain began to fall.

"So it seems we'll have an actual battle after all. Good. Although I must say, I do like the placement of the heart it accentuates your....attributes."

He said with a laugh before stepping away from the truck. He kicked a few pieces away from him and turned his attention to Ace. As he twirled Mjolnir his eyes began to turn blue. He raised Mjolnir high and a lightning bolt struck it. He then spun and hurled all that energy straight at Ace. If she wanted to fight, he was going to fight. She would learn why challenging the son of the God of War wasn't a wise idea. Either way she was going to end up behind bars. But hopefully not before one hell of a fight.