Originally, Alvin had wanted to establish a friendly transaction with Mar-Vell in the manner of normal people.
But that was impossible now.
Since Mar-Vell refused to accept his goodwill, she couldn't blame him for using Commorragh's traditional methods.
"Now, you—and the energy core, and the research into the light-speed engine—all belong to me," Alvin said casually. "You have no choice but to agree."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Mar-Vell, who had been flung away, braced herself against a protruding rock. Upon hearing Alvin's words, her eyes widened as she raged, "What kind of bandit logic is that?!"
"A bandit?"
Alvin pretended to consider it, then nodded in confirmation. "Mm, you're right. I'm a bandit."
Did anyone reason with Commorragh?
No.
Because Commorragh didn't reason. It only spoke with its fists.
The feeling of not having to reason was really quite nice... He was even starting to enjoy the feeling of being a Dark Eldar.
If he wanted something, there was no need to reason with anyone. He just had to take it.
"You want my research? Dream on!" Yet Mar-Vell, whose mind clearly wasn't working properly, had failed to recognize reality.
She glared viciously at Alvin, her eyes full of venom as she cursed him like a curse itself: "This is my research. I won't hand it over to anyone! You greedy bastard, you're just like those lunatics from the Kree Empire! I will never let the energy core fall into the hands of people like you!"
As she spoke, she suddenly picked up the Laser gun that had fallen to the ground and fired at the fighter's engine.
Crack!
But before she could pull the trigger, her entire wrist, along with the gun, was twisted into a mangled knot.
"Ahhh..." Mar-Vell screamed in agony.
"I'm really curious—what exactly