Marvel Defenders Iron Fist Novels & Stories

Kiran inquired as he grabbed hold of Ironwood, the last one not yet sent flying. Ironwood, looking at his fist captured in Kiran's hand, felt like a child fighting an adult, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "How is this possible?" he thought. Ironwood’s punch was powerful enough to deform steel and yet, Kiran was unscathed. "Is this your idea of not showing mercy?" Kiran's words were followed by the sound of cracking bones from his palm. Ironwood screamed in agony as he watched his fist deform and blood seep through Kiran's fingers. His fist was crushed, and his right hand was rendered useless.

they were experiencing decades of repressed grief, anger, and fear all at once. ​"Get them to the Under-City!" Leo commanded, using his Alpha-Command frequency to cut through the panic. It wasn't a digital command; it was a physical vibration that signaled Safety. "The maintenance tunnels are reinforced against seismic activity! Move!" ​As the crowd began to flow toward the subterranean entrances, the first of the Iron Erasers descended. These weren't drones; they were the Council’s "Elite Guard", shifters who had voluntarily traded their souls for absolute mechanical power. They hit the ground with the force of meteors, their ceramic armor absorbing the impact.