Thanos's fury surged. When had a Titanian ever been looked down on like this?
But he had to admit that Aaron's physical prowess was indeed above his own—and not by a little. It was an utterly despairing, all-around crushing advantage.
Choosing close-quarters combat had been a mistake. Fortunately, he had four Infinity Stones. Otherwise, he really would have had no way to deal with this kind of freak.
"I've asked several times, but you've never given me a direct answer.
"Your identity is sensitive, so you're unwilling—or afraid—to reveal it?"
Aaron drew in a sharp breath but neither confirmed nor denied it.
As expected of Thanos. He was far smarter than the villains Aaron had encountered before.
Unfortunately, figuring out that much was useless.
Aaron shook out his arms, and two Rings of the Accuser appeared in his hands. "Sorry, but my time is limited. I don't have time to play guessing games with you."
"Ragnarok?"
Thanos murmured under his breath. There had to be something about this apocalyptic prophecy that he had overlooked.
As he pondered, two orange-red Rings of the Accuser flew toward him.
Thanos instinctively wanted to smash them apart, but a frantic warning suddenly blared in his mind. Driven by instinct, his body dodged before he could react.
The two rings grazed past him by a hair, slicing two chunks off a corner of the Sanctuary Ship behind him. They floated silently through space.
Thanos noticed the sight, and his expression immediately darkened.
Sneaky. Fucking sneaky.
Their power was hundreds of times greater than before. Did Kamar-Taj have melee mages like this?
A Titanian's defenses were far tougher than a spaceship's, but if he had taken that head-on, he would have lost at least a few layers of skin.
"Almost got you, but it's fine." Aaron