In one swift motion, the shadowy figure leaped from the corner, soaring into the sky, their form silhouetted against the blinding sunlight.
As they ascended, the harsh light cast an eerie, elongated shadow across the ground.
The sudden movement caught the attention of Vulture's team, and they instinctively squinted against the glare.
Realizing the threat, they immediately raised their arms in a defensive cross, bracing themselves for whatever was about to strike, their bodies tense and prepared for impact.
"You motherfuckers!" The man shouted in fury, his voice full of raw anger.
With a sudden, swift turn, he launched a midair spinning kick aimed at the nearest target.
The force of the strike was devastating, sending the unfortunate victim flying.
Though the person attempted to brace the impact by crossing his arms defensively in front of his chest, the sheer power of the kick overwhelmed him.