Peter broke out in a cold sweat. He spun the lid to tangle his opponent's arms together, then turned and sent him flying with a side kick.
The flying soldier's gear might have been a patchwork mess, but it certainly offered protection against blows.
Peter felt as though he had kicked a spring. Something like armor sprang out and knocked him away.
The flying soldier sliced the lid apart with two slashes, then raised his hand and blasted a hole in the wall with another Repulsor shot.
Peter had to get his opponent's weapons under control.
He kept moving, looking for an opening.
The flying soldier took to the air, and Peter noticed the purple substance beneath his feet.
He aimed and fired a strand of webbing at the sole of his opponent's foot, throwing the Anti-Gravity Device off balance and making him crash.
Peter fired webbing in rapid succession, binding the flying soldier's arms. When the soldier threw a punch, Peter blocked it and yanked hard, tearing the weapon off his arm.
"Uh... sorry."
Peter put the weapon down. Furious, the flying soldier extended a blade and cut away the webbing, then took off to kill Peter.
"You're dead..."
Bang!
The sports car swung around and slammed him against the wall, pinning him in place. The flying soldier's head lolled to one side, and he passed out.
Smoke rose from the sports car.
Ferdinand climbed out, dazed.
The airbag had nearly broken his nose.
The sight of the flying soldier infuriated him. He walked over and punched the guy in the face.
He hadn't expected another layer of faceplate. Ferdinand clutched his fist, hissing in pain.
Peter stepped forward and tore off the Faceplate, revealing a strange, green-skinned face.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
Ferdinand took out his phone and checked