An enormous plume of smoke swallowed Tony's field of vision, and he reflexively raised his arm to guard--though it simply passed through. For the first time, Tony wondered if this was what it was like to be a ghost. Intangible, unseen, unheard. Powerless. If he were in a better mood, he'd have made another Patrick Swayze quip but his attention was fully consumed by observing the action.

Seeing his own suit at full throttle in conjuction with the absolute madness of the other warrior's additions would have been fascinating if not for the heavy pit in his stomach reminding him how it all would come crashing down.