Yennefer teleported mid-air, blinking in and out like a storm of violet smoke. Each reappearance brought her closer to the snipers on the upper deck. With a flick of her fingers, she twisted one man's rifle into scrap. Another she flung overboard with a precise gust of magical wind, and the last was paralyzed in place as she whispered a single word of power.
Fenrir, finally getting the freedom, leapt onto the deck with a howl. The massive wolf moved like a blur of grey, teeth flashing. He tackled one rcenary and pinned him, jaws dangerously close to his throat until the man passed out from fear. Another tried to shoot him—only to be t with a shield of swirling air conjured by Triss to protect the wolf.
"That was five for . Who's keeping count?" Ciri returned to the group, blood on her blade.
"Not a contest," Geralt said, tossing a knocked-out rc over his shoulder.
"Too late," Keira huffed. "I'm at four."
Explosions rocked the deck as Yennefer disabled one of the mounted machine guns. The fire from Triss's wall had begun to die down, but most of the rcenaries were either unconscious, disabled, or wisely surrendering. A few jumped ship and fled into the forested coast, leaving their comrades behind.
Within minutes, the chaos subsided.
Only groans, flickering fires, and the sharp tang of tal and sweat remained.
Liam walked aboard with slow, deliberate steps, stepping over the unconscious bodies without sparing them a glance. Elie had fallen asleep in his arms, unaffected by the mayhem.
"Well," he said, standing at the center of the ruined deck, "that was fun to watch."
"That was one word for it." Geralt cleaned his sword as now he was sure that there were no n around, as his senses were able to tell about it.
"So where's the vibranium?" Vesemir asked.
"Below deck," Liam gestured with a nod. "In the storage hold."
"And we're just taking it?" Triss asked.
"We're reclaiming it. Big difference." Liam replied.
Ciri slid down a ladder and reappeared monts later, carrying a single, heavy crate in her arms. She dropped it with a thud, cracking it open with her sword. Inside were ingots—pure, dark vibranium, glowing faintly under the dim lights.
Liam, who had been on the sidelines all this ti, slowly started going to the main office. He wasn't exactly idle. His eyes looked at the future and made sure that none of the stray bullets were able to hurt his new friends. Thus even though he didn't move a finger, he was protecting everyone.
After reaching the main office, he opened the door easily, which seed to shut. The mont he stepped in, he was welcod with bullet shots on his head only for Liam to duck to the side. It was Klaue who shot, and he wasn't done. Klaue shot multiple tis, only to be dodged with superhuman speed.
"Wraithborn." Klaue said. This surprised Liam since the term Wraithborn weren't known to many, so how was this man. Of course, while confronting, he had his mask on.
"You know ?" Liam asked.
"I have seen you fighting that green monster." Klaue said.
"Oh. You have your hands on that too. I am surprised. It was supposed to be in SHIELD's archives. But then again the military was involved. It can be Hydra too." Liam said. The term Hydra, seed to inflict a very small change of emotions on Klaue.
"So Hydra it is. Sigh. What a ss they had created." Liam said.
Liam sighed as he took a slow step forward, unbothered by Klaue's trembling hand still gripping the gun. Klaue knew that he had lost the fight. But he wasn't ready to give up.
He barely had ti to pull another trigger before Liam's hand wrapped around the barrel of his gun, crushing the tal as if it were made of clay. Klaue's eyes widened in disbelief. Superhuman speed and strength too.
"I'm not interested in a fight," Liam said. "I just need you outside."
With one swift motion, Liam grabbed Klaue by the throat, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. The rcenary kicked and thrashed, cursing loudly, but Liam was already walking back toward the deck, dragging him like a sack of grain.
By the ti he erged, the others had already finished securing the vibranium crates. Ciri, Geralt, and Vesemir stood near Fenrir, while Yennefer and Triss inspected the tal, their magic subtly brushing against the surface to sense its properties.
"Who is this man?" Ciri asked as he saw Liam dragging a middle aged man.
"Andy Serkis." Liam replied.
"That's a very weird na." Ciri replied. Liam unceremoniously tossed Klaue onto the sand below the ship. The man groaned in pain as his cuffed hands and feet prevented any chance of escape. His face pressed against the rough, hot ground.
"You're making a mistake! Do you know who I am?!" Klaue said as the na Liam said wasn't his na to begin with.
"Yeah," Liam said, dusting off his hands. "You're a thief. A murderer. And, more importantly, a fugitive of Wakanda." The na Wakanda gave Klaue a fear.
"Why will you ever work for those savages? They don't deserve any of that wealth. The world would be a better place without them." Klaue scread.
"Work for them? We ca here for Vibranium too. The only difference is that I am handing you over to them while I take away the Vibranium." Liam said.
"Hahaha... You think handing to them will allow you to take away my vibranium. They will find you and force you to give their Vibranium back to them." Klaue laughed.
"And I want them to try." Liam replied with a wide smile. Klaue wanted to protest but Liam strengthened the noose around his neck, making his words die.
"We're not keeping him?" Geralt asked as Liam seed to be leaving the man here itself.
"Nope," Liam said, raising his hand toward the empty sky. "Soone else has been waiting for him."
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