"Damn traitor."
Yondu was no fool. He knew the sneak attack had come from behind, which meant it had to be one of his men. He knew plenty of them resented him; Quill had merely been the fuse. But resentment was resentment. Were Ravagers supposed to win people over with virtue?
Yondu led his crew through force. His mechanical fin and Yaka Arrow were the source of his courage.
As for who it was, he could make a pretty good guess. The first face that surfaced in his mind looked like an abstract painting from the scene of a car crash.
Watching the fireworks bloom in the sky, Yondu felt awful.
That was his ship.
More than two-thirds of his men had been aboard it. Even if they had betrayed him, he should have been the one to punish them.
What had happened saddened Yondu for perhaps three to five seconds—just enough time for his body to recover from its incomplete recovery.
"Boss!"
A loyal subordinate pointed behind Yondu.
The purple flower was closing.
When it opened again, its petals had withered away, revealing the enormous tree-man.
No, the tree-man was still the same tree-man. It had merely shrunk drastically, leaving it only fifty meters tall.
Of course, it was still a colossal monster.
Yondu was quick-witted. He immediately whistled, and a Yaka Arrow flew from his hand straight toward Drax and Rocket.
The arrowhead aimed at Drax's forehead.
Yondu considered it, then whistled again. The Yaka Arrow adjusted its position and aimed at Rocket instead.
Who knew? Maybe Drax's iron skull was so hard that even a Yaka Arrow could not pierce it. Better to play it safe. Besides, as far as Yondu knew, Groot and Rocket had a closer relationship.
The Yaka Arrow was made from a mysterious