Chapter 158: Mark 1 - Failed Skill and Dire Circumstances! (I)
The first name that popped up in Kai's mind as he saw this new enemy was Iron Man.
Meg had told him about the basic facts from the Marvel timelines, just enough to go on in case of random encounters. She knew little about the vast timeline herself, and even the strongest organizations had yet to explore the mysteries lingering in its corners thoroughly.
And knowing this was the exact reason that had puzzled him.
Where was the usual red and yellow? Why was this suit, if it was a suit, looked more beast than a human? Why was it so big?
Kai felt as if Andrik had come to him, wearing the bulkiest armor he could find in the entirety of Westeros.
The metallic suit was gray, and it spoke of nothing but power.
Raw power.
"Blessing?!" a voice boomed out of the iron suit, guessing the reason behind Kai's Golduck appearance.
Kai narrowed his eyes. Before he could take action, the iron man lifted his hand, pointing at him. A dangerous feeling bubbled inside him, and in the next moment, a jet of scorching flame shot out, trying to burn him to ashes.
Kai danced away, slithering low over the deck, the remaining needles still revolving around him.
The Iron Man's hand didn't follow, and it seemed extremely slow to Kai, too. But what he saw next made him give up distancing himself from it. The flames weren't meant for him, Kai concluded, raging. The heat had meant for the freezing red-haired man, who was now standing up, panting. There was something about those flames which made even the intangible serpents melt away.