Floating City (Second Update)

"Huh?" Just as Ultron voiced a very human-sounding question, Vision suddenly darted out. Holding Mjolnir aloft, he hurled Ultron out of the church with all his strength. The meticulously constructed Vibranium body smashed through several nearby buildings and vanished into the billowing smoke rising from the collapsed structures.

"This hammer has a really balanced weight distribution." Vision handed the hammer back and offered his assessment.

"Yeah. If the hammer were too heavy, it'd take too much effort to swing." Thor replied, twirling the hammer. For some reason, he liked this Artificial Human quite a bit. Though having two Artificial Humans lift Mjolnir in a single day made him feel somewhat awkward, Thor still trusted Vision. After all, Vision had not lifted the hammer through some cheating magical trick. Thor disliked flashy magic; that was stuff women learned. Though philosophically speaking, Vision was no different from an elevator lifting the hammer, Thor still chose to trust him.

On the other side of the city, lifeboats were docked along the edge of the fractured bedrock like floating piers. They extended gangplanks, and steel spikes loaded with small amounts of explosives pierced the rock with soft blasts, firmly anchoring the lifeboats to the city. Several agents in conspicuous uniforms, accompanied by search-and-rescue dogs, rushed out. Behind them, several heavy machine guns had been set up to deal with incoming attacks and maintain order. No one had a stronger desire to survive than these civilians. The lifeboats had limited carrying capacity, but drowning people did not care whether the straw they grabbed could float. The Avengers understood the necessity of this measure and offered no comment—indeed, few people understood that principle. If the Sisterhood had not arrived in time and used their Explosive Rounds Guns to intimidate the civilians, they would have rushed into