Corvus Glaive was no pushover either. The instant Pietro turned into a silver streak and charged straight at him, a cold gleam flashed in his hawk-sharp yellow eyes. Instincts honed through years of battle put him on alert at once.
Sensing danger in the air, Corvus Glaive raised his Longblade and swung it to his side just as Pietro's attack reached him.
Pietro abruptly ducked, dodging the descending Longblade at a speed almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. Its edge all but grazed his scalp.
Then Pietro lashed out with a kick at the general's abdomen.
Quicksilver's attack did not panic Corvus Glaive. Instead, it stirred the savage fighting spirit in his bones.
As Pietro kicked him, Corvus Glaive sharply tightened his abdominal muscles. His iron-hard skin acted like a layer of solid armor, absorbing part of the impact. Although the kick still drove him half a step back, he used that movement to steady himself.
When Pietro circled behind him and rained down punches, Corvus Glaive roared and whirled his Glaive. Black arcs of energy coiled around it like snakes, forming an impenetrable defensive barrier around him.
Pietro could not pull his bare fists back in time and was about to slam them into the blade.
Fortunately, the others' attacks arrived just in time. Wanderer's Wind Blades shattered Corvus Glaive's barrier, allowing Pietro to adjust his stance and catch his breath.
Corvus Glaive retreated several steps, then spun sharply. His Glaive swept sideways with a rush of wind, cutting through several incoming Wind Blades.
The deflected Wind Blades screamed through the air, gouging deep furrows in the ground wherever they passed and sending fragments of brick and stone flying.
Proxima Midnight wanted to help, but she could not break away.
Wanda hovered in the air, her red