Dirge flew back going through a van and crashing through a billboard getting up and shedding his external armor revealing his true form - a chrome skinned frame with choppy black hair barely shoulder length with his face now concealed behind a featureless silver facemask holding a pair of really nasty super alloy katanas. The repulsor tech simply fell off as discarded armor as Dirge prepared to strike again.
Shakespeare? Really Stark? That was the best you could come up with? That was bad. Dirge without warning came charging again missing Stark by an inch and slicing a truck cleanly in half followed by a tree and a streetlight. He though to himself 'Damn, he's faster than last time!' He continued to slash wildly ignoring civilians and paying attention to just Tony - swinging and staying in close and dodging Stark's grasp as best as he could. Damn you Tony Stark!!! Die!!!