Chapter VII: Being the hero
'JARVIS, clear all suits from the area. Time to be the hero.'
'Yes Sir.' JARVIS said.
Tony joined the ring of armours, which were firing on the Extremis soldiers. He could see that some of the suits had taken some damage: the Mk.39 Starboost, for example, had numerous bullet holes on it, exposing the circuitry and plating underneath. The Mk.17 Heartbreaker looked as though it had been hit with a grenade launcher, and had taken a chunk out of its chest unit. The worse for wear appeared to be the Mk.25 Striker, which had been shot through the eyes by a sniper rifle, by the looks of it: Tony was glad he hadn't been wearing it at the time.
'Ok, everyone, get ready for this!' Tony called out.
'Sir, my readings indicate the loss of the Mk.14, Mk.22, Mk.28, Mk.32. and Mk. 36. We now have a total of 31 armours available.'
'That'll have to do,' Tony said. 'Rhodey, you ready?'
'Yep, ready when you are, Tony.'
He nodded. 'JARVIS, divert all power towards repulsor and unibeam systems, and charge 'em up!'
All of the remaining suits raised their arms, and the lights on their palms and chests began to glow brighter.
'Oh, we might want to look away from this,' Tony added. 'Prepare to fire in 3... 2... 1... NOW!'
The Extremis soldiers looked at the suits angrily, still firing at them. Killian got to his feet, still nursing his injury, just as the suits fired.
Bolts of energy shot towards each other, and collided simultaneously. A massive ball of energy was created, illuminating the entire area in bright light. The energy exploded outwards, a massive wave of destruction that tore the dock apart. The shockwave sent even the suits flying backwards, until they steadied themselves.