Killian gave growl and hurled that impossible wolf over the edge of the oil rig. He watched with narrowed eyes as the massive lupine sailed out of sight, plummeting multiple stories down to the solid platform beneath.

He had finally done it. Nothing else could stand in his way. Stark was running out of suits, and was exhausted. His soldiers were getting to their feet once more, fatal injuries recovered at an impossible rate. He had won.

Flames flickered out of his mouth when Killian sighed. He brushed himself off and stood tall once more. Now, he could get to what was important. Soon, the president would be killed, and the Vice President would take over. He would have all the funding he could want.

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He had won. He proved Stark wrong. He was unstoppable! He was-

Interrupted by a short, sharp growl rising from behind him. Killian grit his teeth and whipped around, his skin rippling with the power of Extremis, his rage building. He faltered as the perfect, spotless form of the wolf floated into view once more.

She stood on the back of two Iron Man suits, paws planted firmly. The wolf floated higher and higher, the suits rising gradually. The glow of the moon highlighted her fur; the wolf glowed with the power of the celestial body overhead. Amaterasu growled and whipped her head skyward, unleashing a powerful, chest rattling howl to the sky.

Killian clenched his hands. He was fucked.