Game in Marvel-Chapter 99

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"Tony, I didn't know you can ride a horse so smoothly," Liam said. Among them, Tony was the only one who was brought up in a greenhouse, while the rest had their fair share of tough jobs. Barton was brought up on a ranch, and even now, he lived on a huge ranch. Natasha and Steve had their horse training too.

"We had a ranch in one of my father's summer houses. So, of course, I had my run with them," Tony smirked.

The group rode in silence for the most part, the clopping of horse hooves echoing against the quiet, darkened road. The night sky was cloudless, stars stretching like scattered diamonds above.

The Nilfgaardian escort rode in formation, flanking Yennefer, who led the way. Geralt stayed near the front, Vesemir and Steve close behind, while Natasha, Barton, and Liam rode farther back.

There wasn't any danger, and though there were some ghouls and alghouls, the group avoided them and just made their horses run faster. But what was supposed to go wrong, did go wrong. The first signs of danger came with the cold. It swept through the forest they were passing by suddenly. Frost began forming along the edges of their path, glittering eerily under the starlight. The riders began shifting uneasily, gripping their reins tighter.

"Faster! Ride faster, now!" Yennefer yelled at the top of her lungs while looking back.

"What's happening?" Steve called, glancing back as a chill ran down his spine.

"No time to explain!" Yennefer snapped.

Her eyes glowed faintly as she began murmuring incantations under her breath, a faint magical shield forming over her and her horse.

Then came the sound—a bone-chilling, echoing howl that sent shivers down everyone's spine. Barton twisted in his saddle to see what it was and froze. Emerging from the woods behind them were ghostly figures mounted on skeletal steeds, their armor shimmering with frost.

The Riders of the Wild Hunt.

Liam recognized them immediately. He was both fearful and happy. He was fearful of their power but happy that they had shown up. His future plans included them.

"They're catching up!" Barton shouted, knocking an arrow and readying his bow.

"I said, ride!" Yennefer screamed. Her hands were glowing with a bright violet hue as she unleashed a warding spell behind them. The barrier erupted, briefly slowing the spectral riders, but they pressed on, their speed unnaturally swift.

One rider raised a frost-tipped spear and hurled it toward the group. Yennefer spun around, her eyes glowing brightly as she raised her hand. The spear shattered against a magical barrier, sending shards of ice flying harmlessly around them. She turned back, her voice laced with urgency.

"They're targeting us! Keep moving—I'll hold them off as long as I can!"

But the frost magic was overwhelming. One spectral rider sent a blast of icy energy toward them. Yennefer countered, a dome of protective magic sparking to life around the group, but the force of the attack was enough to disrupt their formation.

All the horses were now panicking, and everyone was having a tough time controlling them. Tony's horse reared back, panicked, and he lost his grip. With a shout, he was thrown from the saddle, hitting the frozen ground hard.

"Tony!" Natasha shouted, pulling her horse up.

"Go! Get out of here!" he yelled. "I'll catch up! Just go!"

The frost from the Wild Hunt began creeping toward him. The riders barely paid him any mind, confident their chilling presence would finish him off. But Tony smirked, tapping his backpack as he spoke to it in a low voice.

"Alright. Time for the cavalry."

The pack unfolded, wrapping around his body in a series of interlocking plates. In seconds, Tony was suited up in his custom javelin. The ghostly riders turned back in confusion as they heard some sounds coming from behind.

Tony extended both arms, and crackling flames began swirling in his palms. With a roar, he thrust his hands forward, unleashing a massive ball of fire that streaked through the air like a meteor. It exploded in the midst of the Wild Hunt riders, scattering them and forcing the spectral mounts to rear back.

"I've got your frost problem right here," Tony muttered, launching another barrage of fiery attacks. This time, he aimed directly at the riders closing in on Yennefer and the group. The flames consumed the frosty air, breaking the icy aura that surrounded them.

And seeing the opening, Yennefer sent a lightning attack at the Wild Hunt, which disrupted the spectral horses and sent them tumbling down.

"Tony, come back," Liam shouted. Tony, who was ready to teach these ghostly guys a lesson, finally reined himself in and flew towards them. His horse was already done for.

"Bye-bye horsey... You were a good horsey," Tony mumbled. [A/N: IYKYK]

Tony hovered over them as they rode through the night. Except for the group, everyone was dumbfounded seeing Tony inside what looked like a metal armor and flying on them. Everyone had too many questions, but the fear of the Hunt made them ride in the night like prisoners on the run.

"You never told me that he is a Sorcerer. An armored Sorcerer," Vesemir said.

"Hehe... Why, you saw how he was able to electrocute the griffin," Liam said.

"Yes... But I thought it was some kind of enchanted equipment," Vesemir admitted.

Like Vesemir, Geralt was also surprised. But the person who was the most surprised was Yennefer herself. During the Thanedd Coup, almost all of the Sorcerers from the Brotherhood were killed, and those who remained—which she didn't think were more than a couple—she had knowledge about them.

So, who was this man with such an eccentric personality that she had never heard of before? Another thing that surprised her was that she couldn't sense any kind of mana flowing through his body, and the magic that Tony unleashed seemed too foreign to her.

And she could also easily tell that the bow Barton had brought out wasn't locally made either. So, who were these people?

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