Bang!
A gunshot.
In that instant the world seemed to go into slow motion. Standing on the dragon's head, Morimoto Chiyoda could clearly see the bullet's trajectory through the air, and she knew she only had to raise her sword to cleave it in two.
But she chose not to. A cold gleam surged over the surface of Frost Sorrow.
The tiles covering the floor suddenly exploded as a skeleton with not a shred of flesh burst out from below. Its jade-like bone hand rose and blocked in front of the bullet.
Clang~
Sparks flew. The bullet veered off its original course and hit the floor beside them.
Black Widow and Vulture's hearts lurched; they both tried to retreat.
They had only taken one step.
Vulture felt something cold press against his back, stopping him from moving any farther.
He turned and saw a white clavicle, and from the curves he could tell there was a distinct feminine softness to it.
