Murder flashed in Scorpion's eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, his right hand shot out toward Orleans's throat.
He clearly had no intention of holding back. If his hand closed around that throat, Orleans would die.
At the sight, a trace of fear finally surfaced in Orleans's eyes.
There was primal terror in the face of death. No matter how tough Orleans had acted before, when death truly came for him, instinctive fear overwhelmed all reason.
Just as his life was about to end, a towering black-and-red figure suddenly appeared behind Scorpion. A massive hand seized his neck and jerked him backward, sending him flying.
Bang!
Scorpion slammed into the ground. Ignoring the pain, he looked up in shock.
There before him stood a Shadow Troll fused with the Extremis Virus.
His imposing body was covered in interwoven black and red markings, and his scarlet eyes stared at Scorpion without a trace of emotion.
Scorpion's heart lurched at the sight, and an uncontrollable thread of fear rose from deep within him.
"Who are you?"
Scorpion's face was full of wariness.
Naturally, the Extremis Troll did not answer. He simply watched Scorpion in silence, placing him under tremendous pressure.
Just then, the Extremis Troll, who had been standing motionless, seemed to receive some sort of order. His massive body suddenly moved.
He stepped forward, and a moment later, he was right in front of Scorpion.
Scorpion's pupils contracted. With no time to think, he threw himself into a roll.
Boom!
A thunderous impact rang out as the Extremis Troll's foot slammed down on the spot where Scorpion had fallen.
The ground shook, and an enormous footprint appeared.
Cold sweat poured down Scorpion's face. Fortunately, he had dodged quickly. If that stomp had landed, he would have been gravely injured, if not killed