"Now tell me where the Death Vanguard is!"
Gamora ignored the other patrons around her, whether they were screaming and fleeing or cheering on the spectacle. She pressed down with her blade and demanded an answer.
"Hey, take it easy..."
Peter Quill leaned his neck back a little farther and raised both palms, speaking soothingly.
"My neck is pretty fragile."
"Cut the crap! Tell me where the Death Vanguard-"
Gamora was only halfway through her sentence when Peter Quill suddenly turned his head aside and closed his eyes. A tiny, inconspicuous device appeared beneath the thumb of one raised hand, releasing a dazzling white light the instant it emerged.
"Aaaah!!!"
Blinded by the flash, Gamora and the spectators behind her screamed together.
Covering her streaming eyes with her free hand, Gamora swung the blade in her other hand toward Peter Quill.
By then, Star-Lord had already slid backward in a quick step to put some distance between them, then turned and ran for the bar's exit.
As he ran, he shook his hand with a grimace. That Flashbang wasn't meant to be set off at such close range. Though it wasn't particularly destructive, it had still scalded his palm bright red.
By the time Gamora's sight returned, Peter Quill had already escaped the bar and was sprinting toward the Milano.
"You're not getting away!"
Gamora took off, racing after Peter Quill.
Although Gamora was a woman, she had undergone Thanos's training and chemical enhancements since childhood, making her far stronger physically than Peter Quill. Unless Star-Lord could unlock the genes he had inherited from Ego, he wasn't much different from an ordinary human.
It didn't take long for Gamora to catch up to Peter Quill. But Star-Lord hadn't spent all those years with the Ravagers for nothing. He had been