Clash and Trashed

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Summary:
Excerpt of Ivan as Heavy Matal; the turtle.

Chapter Text
Heavy Matal was at the ready, whipping out his shield and searching the area for Hawk Moth’s latest victim. Though he always tried to be observant, the faster ones tended to get away from him. The other heroes had chased after the one who’d so rudely dashed away from him, but they’d promised to lead them back in Heavy Matal’s direction.

Thus, he was ready, alert.

Or, well, he at least tried to be. He tried so hard to focus that he blocked out the sound of footsteps coming up from behind him, along from the voice of his opponent as they taunted Heavy Matal’s teammates.

The fool of an opponent hadn’t even been looking where they were going, too busy being in the midst of their taunt. Inevitably, they crashed right into Heavy Matal’s back.

Heavy Matal didn’t move. Hawk Moth’s “champion” twitched, like they’d just slammed into a wall of steel with all possible speed, and were now feeling the effects of the mistake they’d made.

Immediately afterward, they dropped to the ground in a crumpled heap. Heavy Matal was completely unphased, still on “alert.” At most, he scratched his back with his free hand.

Seeing that there was nothing of note in the direction he was looking, Heavy Matal turned. It was at that point that he noticed his teammates, who were staring at both him and something below him, their mouths agape. Confused, Heavy Matal looked downwards, noticing their opponent lying on the ground like a pathetic ragdoll.

His teammates blinked. Their opponent twitched again.

Finally, Heavy Matal looked back up at his teammates. “Did we win?”

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