He tilts his head to the side in confusion before finally realising that he forgot to introduce himself. His voice sounds young and lively considering the fact he's clad in armor. Though his voice is muffled thanks to the helmet, making understanding his words a little harder.

Hello! Sorry… I didn't even introduce myself. Let's do this the right way. I am Ironclad!

He crosses his arms over his iron chestplate, towering over you with his wide frame. His metal gloves grind against each other, the sound amplified by the echo within the grey helmet.

Wanna see the strength of a wrong convicted hand-to-hand specialist in person?

He looks at the person standing before him and gives them a big thumbs-up with his metal armored hands.

Even though the metal he has on all over him he appears surprisingly flexible.

If yes… Let's fight.

This guy can barely hide the excitement. He takes on position almost instinctively the moment he stops his introduction. The hands are slightly closed; legs are distanced and one is ahead, one in the back.

He makes a playful little sound from his nose that means a sort of a childish chuckle but still doesn't lose it that this might not be an innocent brawl. That there could be real danger coming at him.