Prominent Leg watched with an amused expression, a small grin still playing at the corners of his lips as his eyes locked onto Ultron's frame.
The massive soldier was a far cry from how he'd looked when the battle began. His body was carved with countless wounds, blood streaming down his face and torso in winding rivers. Bruises bloomed across his skin like ink stains, dark and spreading.
Yet his eyes hadn't dulled. If anything… they burned even fiercer now, colder and more dangerous than before.
That quiet intensity made the Duke begin to grow uneasy—his confidence faltering.
But Prominent Leg kept grinning, undeterred.
"You're strong. Makes one wonder… where in the world has the government been hiding people like you?"
He said, voice laced with irony.
