[b]Furious[/b]

The first two hits connected with satisfying force, jarring his arm with each strike and filling him with goodness. The third wasn't as succseful, Chrome managing to grab his arm and twist it behind his back. With his free arm Chrome attempted to wrap Furious in a choke hold, but years of wrestling and combat classes had taught the younger hero that the first thing to do in the situation was to force your chin down, denying your assailant access to your vulnerable throat. Succsefully negating the metal teachers hold, Furious allowed himself to be manhandled in Changeling's general direction. 

The teen vigilante allowed himself a small grin, one that the others would never make out through his mask. 

"You know my powers tin-man, but do you know my skills?" he asked, a nasty edge to his voice. Before Chrome had a chance to respond Furious swung his left leg behind Chrome, gaining better leverage, then drove his left elbow into Chrome's stomache. Then again. Then again. Then again. 

He'd force the fool to let him go, one way or another.