High above, a silver moon hung behind Azu. With his arms folded across his chest, he looked down at the ground from on high.
Just moments ago, he had watched the entire process of Maeve rescuing Arnold.
"Now this is a real 3D blockbuster."
"No."
"Not yet."
"Once I travel to DC or the Marvel Universe and watch the battles in person, that'll be even more exciting."
His eyes shifted slightly, then he chuckled. "They're here."
Below.
On Manhattan Island, Maeve landed on the ground with Arnold in her arms, then set down the president of Olga Company.
"Are you all right?"
Maeve asked, glancing again at the numerous Battle Armors pursuing them from the building.
Before Arnold could answer, she grabbed the man and ran toward the car she had prepared in advance.
Just as the black Range Rover was within reach, a dark shadow suddenly descended from the sky like a meteor and smashed into the vehicle, crushing and denting it as glass shattered and debris flew everywhere.
Maeve hurriedly stopped and kicked away a car door hurtling toward Arnold. Looking over, she saw a figure leap down from the wrecked heap of metal that had once been the car.
"Your Majesty, where do you think you're taking my prey?"
An electronically synthesized voice rang out.
It came from the black-clad figure, whose appearance resembled ancient armor.
Maeve sized him up, then looked around. The Battle Armors had already caught up, but they did not advance. Instead, they spread out and formed an encirclement.
It seemed these Battle Armors regarded the figure before her as their leader.
Maeve narrowed her eyes slightly. "Mr. Z?"
Then, without waiting for a reply, she charged forward and thrust both hands out, intending to shove away the caped figure who looked like