"...It's a long story. I don't intend to be some kind of superhero. My duty is to protect this world from the shadows. I won't step into the public eye, so just keep calling me Doctor Strange."
Doctor Strange gave a wry smile. He had no intention of recounting his experiences, nor did he plan to give himself some strange nickname. After casually brushing it off with a few words, Stark quickly lost interest in digging deeper.
Seeing the situation turn dire, the Border Tribe sounded their horns and deployed their war rhinos. More than a dozen rhinos charged in from the rear like tanks.
"Friday, bring me the Hulkbuster armor." Stark struck a pose on the spot. Before long, a satellite in the sky delivered armor components, which rapidly assembled into a massive steel suit three meters tall, predominantly red in color.
A punch comparable to the Hulk's struck a war rhino in the side. The ten-ton beast, its body covered in armor, crashed to the ground at once.
Throwing punches with one hand and kicks with the other, Stark brawled with more than a dozen war rhinos in his Hulkbuster armor.
Whenever a component was damaged, the satellite overhead immediately supplied a replacement.
With Stark off fighting the war rhinos, a sizable gap opened in the six-man defensive line.
Doctor Strange increased his magical output by twenty percent, barely holding back that portion of the attack.
He was far from his strongest state. Competing for the title of Sorcerer Supreme, his journey through Hell, and his battle with Dormammu had exhausted him to the limit. The continuous depletion of magic, coupled with using the Time Stone, had left him in terrible condition. Otherwise, he could have defeated these thousand tribal warriors without anyone's help.
Though he was a