"So help me, when I find that kid he's lunch!" Ironjaw growled to himself as he looked around.
Finding himself surrounded by nothing more then boxes, crates and other junk, Ironjaw thought back to what to him felt like was only moments ago. He had been gleefully killing any human that tried to retake the lab. And while they weren't as strong or as smart as him, the other mutants and hybrids had their uses for keeping the army busy. But then.... then that kid showed up. All Ironjaw remembered was him....Ron was it?.... mutter something about show and tell, grab Ironjaw's small ear and then drag him here. And for what? To fight seven others who were dragged here as well?
"Heh, as long as I get to eat that kid then I guess I'll enjoy myself." With a crack of his knuckles Ironjaw started to climb one of the mountains of crates. As he climbed his mind began to wander towards one of the others that had been brought here "Thize. Another mutant, like me." Ironjaw stopped for a moment. "And yet.... he fights with.... bubbles?!?" With a snort, he countinued climbing. "Pathetic really."
As he neared the top, Ironjaw heard a screech and a loud bang against metal. "The hell?" Peering over a crate, he could make out a form flying in his direction. "So I guess that dragon...human... thing wants to make a scene huh?" Ironjaw reached behind himself and unclasped his rifle. "Guess I should thank Ron for letting me keep this. Maybe I'll eat him quick." Feeling the air against his tooth lined grin, Ironjaw took aim at Guillemet. "Ello beastie."
With an echoing blast of plasma, Ironjaw fired.