Viole's piercing gaze remained fixed on Stark as he clutched the iron chain tightly in his hands. With calculated precision, Viole materialized in front of Stark, swiftly encircling his neck with the unforgiving metal links.
"Now, Tony! Target his left arm. It's weakened—I've already broken it," Viole commanded, his voice resonating with determination.
Tony, propelled by an extraordinary burst of speed, closed the distance between himself and Stark.
"Now is the perfect moment to unleash all of my defensive abilities. This is my chance!" Tony declared, his focus honed on his impending attack.
With a resolute strike, Tony shattered the shield, severing Stark's hand. Blood sprayed through the air, staining the battlefield. Undeterred, Stark summoned a sword into his remaining hand, slicing through the chain that bound him before taking flight once more. Tony pursued, ascending into the sky, his foot colliding forcefully with Stark's head.
Stark plummeted to the sand, struggling to rise once again, only to be ensnared by another chain, even more formidable than before, forged by Viole's chilling command.
"This one is bigger," Viole remarked, his tone devoid of warmth.
Tony descended, returning to solid ground. Fatigue washed over him as he surveyed the scene.
"Wow! That was exhausting. Time to put you to rest, Mr. Stark," Tony jeered.
Stark, realizing his impending defeat, resorted to biting his own tongue, Viole notices but before he tries to do anything, Stark has already did it, opting to end his life and trigger the time reset, returning the fight to its inception.
"Wait? I'm healed? Does this mean... Oh, fuck. This Stark really did it," Tony exclaimed, his realization dawning upon him.
Viole's gaze, icy with anger, remained fixed on Stark, a deadly intensity burning within.
"Shit. He must be furious," Tony muttered.
"Tony, do not afford him another opportunity," Viole warned, his voice laced with determination as he stared down Stark.
Tony summoned two swords, the blades manifesting around his hands, emanating a menacing aura.
"Perhaps my offensive abilities leave something to be desired, but my destructive power remains potent even without them. It's worth a try," Tony resolved.
"Go right, and I'll take the left," Viole strategized.
Viole conjured a massive sword, his movements poised and deliberate. Simultaneously, Viole lunged from the left while Tony surged forth from the right, their coordinated assault aimed directly at Stark. Yet, Stark intercepted their strikes with his bare hands, the resulting energy surges stirring up swirling clouds of sand that obscured their vision.
"Where the hell did he go?" Tony growled, frustration seeping into his voice.
"Tony, take to the skies," Viole commanded.
Viole and Tony ascended, seeking clearer sightlines from the airborne vantage point. They emerged from the swirling dust, only to find Stark, pistol in hand, waiting for them. In an instant, the crack of gunfire split the air as Stark targeted Viole. Reacting with lightning speed, Tony flung himself into harm's way, taking the bullet square in the head. Gravity seized hold of him, sending him hurtling toward the ground.
As Tony descended, Viole stood frozen, shock and horror etched across his face. His gaze turned to Stark, a terrifying glimmer of vengeance mingling with his killing instinct, fueling his resolve.