The moment the first Predator died a gruesome death, the other three sprang into action.
Unfortunately, they had no idea what kind of power they were up against.
Hulk's roar stunned every creature in the room for half a second. That was all it took to decide whether the four Predators lived or died.
A battle axe wreathed in lightning split open the Airborne Inn's hull and cleaved a Predator in two.
Loki appeared beside one of the Predators like a ghost. With a sweet smile on his face, he raised the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand like a tourist taking a selfie and flashed its "flash" at the Predator's head.
A Harley on display inside the Airborne Inn suddenly burst into flames and charged at one of the Predators like a nimble hunting dog.
The Predator was still invisible. He had no idea how anyone had found him. Acting on instinct, he stepped aside as an energy cannon popped out of his shoulder.
Before he could fire and blow up the motorcycle, Damon, who had been standing not far away, suddenly reached out and grabbed him by the throat.
The Predator had never seen anything so bizarre. It seemed his camouflage had failed, and some sour-faced loser who looked as if he'd just lost everything had dared to grab him by the throat. How could he stand for that?
Two blades sprang from his right arm and plunged into Damon's abdomen. The Predator was just about to shove away the sour-faced busybody when he realized his neck had gone numb. His whole body had gone weak...
The last thing he saw was the sour-faced man suddenly turning into a burning skeleton, while he himself melted like a candle in a fire.
Even the Skrulls who were "in