In the heat of the intense battle between Viole and Stark, Tony stood on the sidelines, observing their lightning-fast movements. He marveled at the sheer speed displayed by both combatants, acknowledging that it had been quite some time since he had witnessed Viole engage in such a formidable clash. Yet this mysterious figure, Stark, managed to hold his own against Viole, his skill and precision betraying the mark of a true professional. Tony couldn't help but wonder about Stark's origins, but at that moment, all that mattered was defeating him. Tony eagerly awaited his chance to step in, determined to leave an indelible mark on Stark's flawless face.
Stark launched an attack, aiming for Viole's shoulder, but Viole swiftly seized his arm, snapping it with a forceful twist. Stark, unable to withstand the pain, promptly retreated.
Tony's attention lingered on Stark, scrutinizing the vacant look in his eyes. It dawned on him that Stark appeared to be in a trance-like state, not fully awake.
Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Tony decided to intervene. He addressed Viole with a sense of urgency. "Viole, for the love of all things holy, tell me who the fuck that freak is."
Viole, momentarily distracted from the battle, responded, "His name is Stark. He was the most formidable defender of his time. His speed, intellect, and endurance are unparalleled."
Tony couldn't help but interject, "You possess all those attributes and more. So, where's the problem?"
Viole sighed, his gaze fixated on Stark. "He possesses a unique ability, a gift unlike any other. When killed, he has the power to reset time, returning to the moment the fight began. All his injuries are healed, as are mine. That is the only advantage he holds over his opponents."
Tony furrowed his brow, trying to grasp the implications. "So, how do we defeat him if we can't kill him? Should we tie him up?"
Viole shook his head solemnly. "He would bite his own tongue to thwart such attempts."
Tony replied, half-jokingly, "I was kidding about that, you know."
Viole's voice turned grave. "I'm not entirely certain, but for now, let's focus on eradicating the remnants of time from his body."
"If it were that simple, you should have mentioned it earlier. I'll catch him, and you remove that damn thing," Tony declared, his determination resolute.
With his resolve solidified, Tony launched his assault on Stark. However, to Tony's surprise, Stark effortlessly withstood his attack, holding Tony's strike as if it were inconsequential. In the same moment, Viole attempted to deliver a kick, but Stark flung Tony toward Viole, disrupting their coordinated assault.
"Huh! It seems it won't be so easy," Tony remarked, his frustration mounting.
"Focus, Tony. This guy is formidable," Viole reminded him, urgency lacing his words.
"With pleasure," Tony responded, his voice laced with determination.
The three defenders converged, hurtling toward each other with unwavering resolve. Viole conjured a weapon in his hands—a gleaming white gun—and fired at Stark. Yet, Stark swiftly erected a shield, halting the bullets in their tracks. Meanwhile, Tony positioned himself behind Stark, effectively encircling him alongside Viole.
"No chance, you fool!" Tony taunted, a crazed smile spreading across his
face.
Unfazed, Stark materialized a sword in his free hand, swiftly thrusting it toward Tony's stomach.
"It's my left side. The sword won't penetrate," Tony thought, a mix of relief and shock washing over him.
The sword pierced through Tony's torso, inflicting damage, Tony is shocked on how the sword went throw his left side but quickly gets his focus back delivering a forceful kick to Stark's face, sending him hurtling through the air. Despite his own injuries, Tony remained undeterred, bloodied and kneeling. He forced himself back onto his feet, extracting the sword lodged in his body.
"Impressive! Truly impressive. You're holding back against both of us. Let's see if you can withstand more!" Tony exclaimed, an evil smile stretching across his face.
In an instant, Tony materialized before Stark, delivering a powerful punch to his face before hurtling him away. Tony pursued, soaring through the air, launching a barrage of punches. However, Stark deftly evaded each blow, his evasion skills unmatched. Growing increasingly frustrated, Tony grasped Stark's suit, attempting to strike him with a headbutt. The impact caused Stark's head to jerk upward momentarily, but he swiftly retaliated, striking back with a vengeance.
Tony crashed into the sandy terrain, his body bruised and battered. Stark, determined to press his advantage, sought to land a punch, but Viole intervened. Swinging an iron chain, Viole disrupted Stark's trajectory, sending him hurtling through the air once more.
"This damn bastard is strong. He really gave me a thrashing," Tony muttered, struggling to regain his composure.
"Stand up, Tony. Support me, and together, we will bring him down," Viole called out, his voice resonating with unwavering resolve.