Bang!
Pietro lay sprawled in the rubble, his chest feeling as though a boulder weighed on it. Even breathing sent pain tearing through his ribs.
Grimacing, he propped himself halfway up and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Damn it... how can she be so fast?"
He could not help swearing inwardly.
During that last exchange, he had not even seen Makkari move. He had already pushed his speed to its limit, yet she had still slammed into him from the side, sending him flying before landing several more punches.
This woman's speed made no sense at all.
No wonder the boss had told them to take the injections.
If the serum had not forcibly enhanced his constitution by a huge margin, those heavy blows would have already turned his internal organs to pulp.
But if even he could not get through, Wanda and Tony had even less hope of getting near that device.
"Can you still stand?" Wanda fell back to his side, scarlet energy flickering between her palms and fingers.
She watched the people opposite them intently, her eyes full of wariness and worry.
"I won't die. My bones just hurt a little."
Pietro rolled his neck, forcibly suppressing his physical discomfort.
"I'm fine. Keep going!"
Tony hovered in midair, his expression beneath his faceplate looking equally grim. If even a speedster like Pietro could not get anywhere near that device, the three of them alone had next to no hope of forcing their way through.
Strangely, however, the three Eternals opposite them did not press their advantage.
Makkari, dressed in a red-and-black combat suit, stood where she was, her hands rapidly forming a series of complicated signs.
Kingo glanced at her movements, then looked up and said, "She's asking why you're attacking us."
"For thousands of