As those words rang out, the vanished arrows flew out from another spot, aimed straight at Malekith.
Malekith's expression changed. He raised his hand to block, only to find that these swords moved even faster than the ones he had launched earlier.
Each sword trailed a long streak of lightning, electricity crackling along its length.
Malekith dodged most of the swords, but missed one, which sliced a cut across his cheek.
Lightning seeped through the wound, and numbness instantly spread throughout his body.
"Damn it, what the hell is this?!"
Malekith cursed in confusion. He used the Reality Stone's power to expel all the lightning from his body, then looked up to find several more people standing in front of Thor.
One wore red-and-gold armor, another was a hulking green brute over two meters tall, and there was also a man in armor with a "fishbowl" on his head.
"Mercer, watch out for Malekith! The Reality Stone in his hands is hard to deal with!"
Thor brightened at the sight of the newcomers. Ever since Malekith had invaded Asgard, he had been hoping Mercer would come to the rescue.
If anyone could still save Asgard, it was Mercer.
"Spicy shredded chicken? Where's the spicy shredded chicken?"
Mysterio took off his helmet and looked around. Remarkably, he had said that in Chinese.
Mercer gave him an exasperated glance. "All right, we know you speak Chinese. You even went out of your way to make a pun."
Along with his exasperation, he felt a little surprised. He had never expected Mysterio to speak Chinese too.
It was somewhat broken, but he could certainly speak it. At the very least, communicating with Mercer would be no problem.
"Quentin, get moving. The grunts are yours," Mercer said without further ado.
The corpses littering the