"Is it hot in here or just me?" Johnny Bravo asked, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. His ultramarine armor was drenched, slick with sweat and blood and ash. The acrid tang of smoke and burning filled the air, choking him with every ragged breath.

"How about you shut up and shoot something, pretty boy?" his comrade snarled, plowing a hail of bullets into the enemy lines.

Johnny smirked and hefted his heavy gun, the weight of it a comforting solidity in the chaos. "Like you wouldn't believe." He squeezed the trigger and let the weapon roar, a thunderous boom shaking the earth beneath his feet. The muzzle flash illuminated the smoldering battlefield in glaring ultramarine.

"Flush 'em out, Mr. Handsome!" another soldier hollered, lobbing a grenade into the fray. It exploded with a shower of sparks and a geyser of flame, igniting the dry earth and sending the enemy fleeing in terror.

Johnny laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated in his chest, and followed up with another burst of gunfire. "Pew pew pew, motherfuckers!"