"Leave?"
Absolute Slaughter looked at Crimson Thorn.
Crimson Thorn didn't answer. She stared at the phone on the ground, the unhealed gash in her right shoulder twitching.
A soft click came through the receiver.
It sounded like someone closing an instrument case.
"I've got your location."
Before Peter could answer, a doorframe suddenly cut through the rain beside him.
The door opened.
Light shone inside. Thor was holding a roll of clean sheets, a strip of tape between his teeth. At the sight of the seven mouths outside, the tape dropped from his lips.
Yang Ming stepped out, carrying his case.
His soles splashed into the standing water.
He first saw the tear in Peter's Costume at his waist, then Lightning, whom Gwen Stacy was supporting.
Allen's head drooped within the black protective layer, his lips already gray.
"Who's hurt worst?"
"Him!" Gwen Stacy immediately stepped aside. "Penetrating chest wound, foreign object still in place. His consciousness just-"
A shriek slammed toward them.
Absolute Slaughter pounced from the water tank, the armored blades across her shoulders and back spreading in overlapping rows. She didn't attack the wounded. Two blade edges went straight for the open door.
Yang Ming handed his instrument case to Gwen Stacy.
He raised his hand.
Five pitch-black fingers clamped onto the base of a blade and twisted outward.
Crack!
Half of Absolute Slaughter's shoulder abruptly collapsed.
Her other arm immediately liquefied, curled around Yang Ming's wrist, and stabbed straight at his temple.
Yang Ming tilted his head aside, his right palm already pressing into the black armor over her chest.
A man's face suddenly surfaced beneath his palm.
Holt opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Yang Ming's gaze darkened. He shifted his palm away from the breastbone and delivered a jarring strike to the