Irisman |verified| - Managunz Vs

Irisman stepped into the open hangar, rain sliding off his polished shoulders. “I don’t need backup. You’re not a general. You’re a virus.”

was younger, cleaner. A silver humanoid chassis with a face like a porcelain mask—blank, beautiful, terrible. Built by the Global Armistice Council to do one thing: hunt rogue weapons systems. His signature move wasn’t a punch. It was a touch. One fingertip on any weapon, and the gun’s firmware would reset to factory default, ejecting Managunz’s control like a bad organ transplant. managunz vs irisman

Managunz laughed—a screech of grinding servos. The turrets opened fire. Irisman stepped into the open hangar, rain sliding

The grapnel shot first. Irisman sidestepped, but the hook wasn’t aimed at him—it snagged a support pillar. Managunz reeled himself forward like a meteor, swinging into a kick that cratered Irisman’s chest. You’re a virus