The shield pushed forward, its lower edge scraping across the deck with an earsplitting screech.
Chen Mo leaped off an overturned Transport Cart, driving his knee into the raised shield and knocking its bearer back a step.
With the shield braced against the side of his knee, Chen Mo used it to flip sideways, hooked a hand over its upper edge, and hung his body from it.
"I like fighting shield captains, especially when your shield isn't made of vibranium."
Two guns poked out from the rear rank. Peter tightened the webs he had already wrapped around the shield's corner, yanking up the gun barrels resting on it as well.
The guard in front raised his elbow to press down on the shield, exposing his armpit. Chen Mo reached through the gap, grabbed his armor lining, and hauled him forward into a stoop.
An elbow slammed down against his helmet, and the shield struck the floor.
Chen Mo planted a foot on the shield and pressed inward after the stumbling body, driving a knee into his abdomen. The guard's back arched as he staggered several steps back, knocking the second rank's guns askew.
"I can try that move again when I get back and actually spar with Captain America."
The rear rank scrambled to make room, leaving a gap a person wide in the shield formation. Chen Mo grabbed the shield edges on either side and pulled them inward. The two guards' shoulders collided, their helmets meeting with a sharp crack.
Really sturdy.
Chen Mo grabbed one helmet and smashed it against the other again. The crown dented inward, and muffled curses came from inside.
At a time like this, not understanding the cosmic language hardly mattered. Those were filthy curses; he could tell.
The shield bearer on the left