Lorna vs. Riot

This guy had fought Riot to a standstill before. Riot's reaction speed was terrifyingly fast; whenever Ant-Man tried a sneak attack, he reacted instantly. That iron-gray layer of muscle was like rubber, airtight and impenetrable. None of Ant-Man's prized tricks worked.

Riot could turn his arms into weapons of any shape. He had spent ages hacking and smashing like a demolition crew with giant blades and hammers, yet he had not hit so much as a shadow. In other words, he had not managed to take down Ant-Man either. It was absurd—neither side could do anything to the other.

Lorna's electromagnetic pulse instantly rewrote the battle.

Riot spotted Scott Lang revealing himself and, without a second thought, swung a two-meter blade at him.

If he had still been just an electrical engineer, that strike would have killed him. Fortunately, he had undergone some training at San Quentin State Prison. Seeing that things were going badly, Scott Lang hurriedly ducked, and the blade sliced over his head.

Riot was lightning-fast, precise, and ruthless. Scott Lang could no longer worry about preserving his heroic image in his daughter's eyes. He fled in panic, screaming for his life; being separated from his head the next second was no exaggeration.

Lorna instinctively scratched her face. She had considered that her and Esme's phones might be damaged, but she truly had not anticipated this consequence for Ant-Man.

Both of Riot's hands transformed into enormous blades as he frantically hacked at Scott Lang. Even though Lorna disliked the man's flamboyant manner, she still acted when the little girl began crying and calling for her father.

She pointed at Riot's enormous transformed blades from afar and tried to control them. They did not move! She tried again, and they still did not move! That brief delay made