Carol dove down from the sky, golden energy gathering around her fist as her body slammed toward Knull like a golden comet.
The force of that punch was enough to snap a warship in half, and its speed was enough to make time slow around her.
Knull raised his head and watched Carol dive toward him, her golden radiance reflected in his dark red eyes.
"I didn't expect this planet to have warriors like you. But even if you join forces, you cannot possibly be my opponent."
He extended his right hand, spreading his fingers toward Carol.
A dark red beam shot from his palm—not to attack her, but to ensnare her.
The energy transformed into countless tiny tentacles that wrapped around Carol's arms, legs, waist, and neck, pinning her entire body in midair.
Her golden energy began to dim and shrink beneath the tentacles' coils before finally going out.
Her blue eyes were filled with shock. Her power had never been suppressed like this before. Never.
Natasha charged in from the side, driving her electroshock baton toward Knull's neck.
She was fast, and her angle was tricky. Her body changed direction twice in motion, making any prediction impossible.
Knull did not look at her. He merely took one step.
One step. Not toward her, but one step to the side.
That single step put just enough distance between them for Natasha's baton to sweep past his neck, missing by less than a centimeter.
Her body rushed past him, losing balance as she tumbled across the ground several times.
When she climbed back up, her baton had already fallen to the ground. Her knee had been scraped raw during the roll, blood seeping from the wound.
Tony opened fire, the energy nodes of the Mark LIII armor releasing electromagnetic pulses.