The energy field around the blade flickered violently in Thanos's hand, letting out a shrill hum before going dark.
Thanos closed his fingers, snatched the energy blade from Drax's hand, and snapped it in two like a twig.
Drax's other blade struck Thanos in the shoulder.
The edge cut about a centimeter into Thanos's skin. Green blood seeped from the wound, glaringly vivid against his purple flesh.
Thanos lowered his head to look at the wound on his shoulder, then raised it and looked at Drax.
There was no pain or anger on his face, only a strange expression that was almost disappointment.
"Is that all your strength?" Thanos asked.
He moved.
One punch. No windup, no charge, just a straight punch thrown forward.
Drax's abdomen was struck, and his body flew backward like a kicked stone.
He smashed through one interior bulkhead of the Benatar, then a second, then a third.
At last, he was embedded in the fourth bulkhead, the metal around his body caving inward to form a human-shaped crater.
Drax opened his mouth, trying to breathe, but all the air in his lungs had been squeezed out by that punch.
His eyes were wide, his lips trembling, but no sound came out.
There was a clear depression in his abdomen. It was not the shape of a fist; his entire stomach had been driven inward, his spine nearly protruding from his back.
He was not dead yet. Drax's body was tougher than that of most creatures, but that punch had completely robbed him of his ability to fight.
His hand slipped from the hilt, and the remains of his twin blades fell to the floor with a crisp metallic clatter.
Rocket attacked from the side.
He was small and fast, the hardest target to hit aboard