That should have done more damage. Now the huge chick was hanging onto his legs and was kind of hard to kick off, no matter how hard Whiplash tried and squirmed. His free whip slithered around below him, crackling dangerously over the tops of cars and the pavement, just waiting for a pedestrian to run into it. He didn't seem too willing to let go of Iron Man, though. He was designed and came here for one purpose, and we wasn't going to let it go easily, even if he wasn't capable of taking on anything else.
It was Captain America's shield that changed the game, clanging against Whiplash's gauntlet and springing it open, sending Whiplash falling against the giant's hand with his wrist tucked against his chest. It felt like his bones were vibrating from that hit. The whip attached to the busted gauntlet immediately went tame, depowering to a simple lash that dangled uselessly from Iron Man's arm. Iron Man, more disoriented by Stature's manipulations now than the whip's feedback, pushed against her hand with some frustration before giving in and trying to unwrap the stupid whip from his bicep. This was embarrassing. Like a lightning strike, there was a boom and a burst of light as Whiplash tried to get himself free with another strike at Stature, this time a blind one towards her massive face and chest where he was sure to land a hit.