I am Iron Man.”They understand nothing more. To them, in the early game, I am just a vulnerable man in a workshop, desperately searching for my armor pieces behind the walls of the STARK TOWER and with the help of PEPPER POTTS. They think they can win the game before I even take off. But while they besiege my labs, I power up the ARC REACTOR. System after system clicks into place. The MARK V HELMET calibrates target acquisition, the MARK V ARMOR encases my limbs, and the ROCKET BOOTS ignite with a deafening roar. My hand size explodes to the maximum—my engine is running at full throttle.Now I flip. And I do not come alone.Welcome to the FLIGHT CLUB.Above me, the sky darkens, but it is no storm—it is my own, invincible air fleet. No nameless soldiers, but a hand-picked AIR SUPREMACY team, hardened by TEAM TRAINING and completely INSPIRED. There is CLOUD 9, gliding weightlessly through the clouds, raising the thwart value of my entire fleet to unprecedented heights by her mere presence. There is SPECTRUM, grinding down the villain with pure energy superiority, while FALCON secures the flanks.You thought you could force my allies to retreat through consequential damage? You fools. Look up. AERO dives into battle with breathtaking speed, her wings cutting through the air. Placed at her side is the WINGMAN upgrade. Whenever SPECTRUM attacks for massive damage and would feel the strain of battle, AERO intercepts it passively. She simply exhausts—but AERO and SPECTRUM both take 0 damage. A perpetual loop of immortality. No one crashes. The air barrier stands like a fortress of titanium and willpower.And while this infinite engine dominates the skies, I orchestrate the chaos from the ground. ADAM WARLOCK throws himself into the fray, channeling the pure THE POWER OF FLIGHT and triggering his mystic resonance. I sacrifice everything for victory—even my closest ally. WAR MACHINE is not called upon at all. He never enters the battlefield. His card is used purely as a resource, his heavy armor melted down directly in the engine room to feed the reactor with raw power. I discard him and card after card from my gigantic hand. Every single time, the energy resource symbol flashes. Lightning ripples across the battlefield, shattering your minions and tearing holes in your schemes. And should ADAM WARLOCK fall after all? A RAPID RESPONSE brings him back instantly from the brink of defeat. He enters the field, my GO DOWN FIGHTING command echoes through the com-links, and my hand immediately fills with new, lethal options.Your nasty schemes? Pulverized by a single SUPERSONIC PUNCH. Your defense? Non-existent. I channel all the absorbed energy of my deck into the capacitors. The REPULSOR GAUNTLETS glow white-hot. Three fatal REPULSOR BLASTS erupt one after another from my palms, fueled by Rhodes' pure energy resource, striking the villain's face with full, devastating force.The thrusters roar, the detonations fade, and on my armor's monitor, your hit points drop inexorably to zero. The sky belongs to us.“I. Am. Iron Man.