JARVIS's electronic warnings kept blasting in Tony's ears. "Sir, Arc Reactor energy remaining at thirteen percent. The risk of thruster overload continues to rise."
"You don't have to remind me! I'm looking at the dashboard!"
Tony gritted his back teeth and abruptly rolled through a sharp angle in midair.
A dark gold geometric energy shackle skimmed past his armor, slicing clean through more than a dozen towering ancient trees below.
Phastos stood on a floating circular platform, all ten fingers rapidly manipulating the complex mechanical runes formed from light.
The Black man's expression was terrifyingly calm. With a lift of his hand, three floating interceptors armed with blades of light reassembled out of thin air, once again cutting off every route Tony could take to dive.
Tony desperately wanted to charge down and save the others, consequences be damned.
The situation on the ground was an utter disaster.
Although Hulk was pummeling Gilgamesh like mad, everyone else was on the brink of defeat.
Clint lay in a pool of blood, his fate unknown. Natasha had gone still in the shadows. Pietro knelt on the ground, clutching his head and screaming. Wanda had been pushed so hard by Thena that she could only hold out behind a Chaos Magic barrier.
"Damn it, how much longer will Lucian take to get back?"
Tony burned with anxiety, rapidly calculating his chances of breaking through by force.
No. Charging in would not save anyone. It would only take out the sole Avenger who controlled the skies: himself.
None of the bizarre things Phastos produced followed any scientific logic.
"JARVIS, divert all remaining energy to melee pulses and maneuvering thrust!"
Tony gave the order. His armor blazed with dazzling white light as he dove straight into Phastos's light blades.
Since he had exhausted his ranged