He paused, then deliberately raised his voice so everyone nearby could hear him loud and clear:
"Your daddy went through hell to bring you into this world, and the first person you want to kill is him."
"If he'd known, he should've just..."
Tony gritted his teeth and swore, "Who the hell is this bastard? His mouth is even fouler than mine!"
Ultron's facial lines did not change, but the light in his white eyes flickered faintly, as though he were processing data that conflicted with his core logic.
Just then, a dark figure burst from the rubble at the edge of the battlefield, moving like a javelin released from a bowstring pulled to its limit.
Black Panther T'Chaka streaked forward in a dark arc. Tremendous force gathered at the tips of his vibranium claws as he slashed precisely at the supposed weak point where Ultron's neck armor met his shoulder plate.
The instant his claws struck the vibranium, a piercing metallic clang rang out. Tiny sparks scattered along the path of the strike, flashing in the dusk like fireworks.
Then the claws slid off.
Not even a pale scratch marked the vibranium.
T'Chaka's pupils contracted sharply. The momentum of his missed strike carried him half a step forward before he twisted his waist, flipped, and landed with his claws held before him, ready to attack again.
His shoulders heaved as he turned toward the Fourth Raikage. His voice, thick with volcanic Rage and disbelief, exploded across the battlefield:
"You're human too! Why are you helping Ultron?"
He jabbed a claw toward Yongye, sparks still dying along its tip.
"Do you know what Ultron will do once he has a vibranium body? He'll turn the entire Earth to scorched earth! Help him, and you're a traitor to all humanity!"
"Why