CHAPTER TEN
Screaming, Thanos desperately tugged at the blade lodged in the wolver’s skull, but even as fiercely as he tried, the sword would not budge in the least. Hearing the combatlord’s footsteps approaching, he glanced back to see his enemy a mere ten feet away. His life depended on retrieving his sword, for he knew a weaponless warrior was a dead warrior.
Fraught, he looked to Ceres, but he knew three weapons were on the field and if she threw him another one, she would be punished.
She raised a palm toward him, and just as he heard the swooshing sound of his opponent’s blade descending, Thanos’s sword jutted into his hand as if by some mystical force.
Shocked at what happened but with no time to linger on it, Thanos spun and rolled on the ground, the combatlord’s sword just mis
