Melee

Daisy had only intended to deplete some of the Kree's weapons and ammunition so she could apply to her superiors for new weapons later. Now that Ebony Maw had misunderstood, she did not bother explaining.

The universe was too vast. There was no official media outlet covering the entire cosmos, and too few people had witnessed her battle with Gladiator. Gladiator had deliberately downplayed the incident to protect his own reputation, so truth and rumor had become muddled. Outsiders had no idea how strong she truly was.

If she could make Darkhold think her specialty was psychic power, that would be wonderful.

She remained in the Kree encampment and kept taunting him. "Old dog, Thanos has a terminal illness. You probably didn't know that, did you? Your master does not have much longer to live. How pathetic. Without Thanos looking after you, how long do you think you'll survive?"

"Longer than you. You will not even make it past today, young one."

Daisy looked him over. Judging from Ebony Maw's cellular structure, the fellow had indeed lived for many years. He appeared to be five or six hundred years old. By cosmic life-form standards, that already qualified as a long-lived species.

"Old dog, I see your body is failing too. No wonder you don't care whether Thanos lives or dies. Looks like you'll die before he does."

"Young one, your knowledge is far too shallow. I possess a secret technique from my clan that can extend my life. Judging by the state of my cells, I can still use it six more times."

They sneered at each other and traded verbal blows, both trying to shatter the other's psychological defenses. Whether it worked or not was unclear, but Proxima Midnight was nearly unable to endure it any longer.

She was