A Three-Way Melee, and the Opportunist's Plan!

Ebony Maw's fleet—or rather, the vanguard now commanded by Corvus Glaive—had never bothered with pre-battle speeches.

In Thanos's eyes, the weak had no right to speak to the strong.

Their only purpose was to be conquered or destroyed.

The instant the Q-Ship appeared, it unleashed a deadly attack.

Dozens of deep-purple energy beams shot from the gun ports on both sides of the ship like the scythes of death. They targeted no one vessel, sweeping indiscriminately across Harley's Marauders fleet and the lone Milano.

"Fire! Fire! These maniacs!"

Kraglin's roar echoed through the Marauders fleet's public channel. He had fought countless battles, but he had never seen an enemy so brazen.

The Marauders' ships raised their shields and fired orange energy blasts in return.

But this was a slaughter with only one possible outcome.

The Marauders' blasts struck the Q-Ship's black armor like pebbles hitting a tank, raising only faint ripples of energy. The deep-purple beams, meanwhile, sliced through the Marauders' fragile energy shields like a hot knife through butter.

A beam struck the engine of one Marauder frigate, turning it into a brilliant burst of fire. Another pierced straight through a ship's bridge. The vessel tumbled silently through space, a floating steel coffin.

"Their weapons are at least two generations ahead of ours!" Rocket Raccoon hammered at the console, trying to analyze the enemy's energy frequency, but all he got was gibberish. "Damn it! Some kind of encrypted force field protects their energy system. I can't crack it!"

Thanks to Quill's almost instinctive piloting, the Milano narrowly dodged a full volley. Even so, the edge of a blast caught its left wing, drawing a metal groan that set teeth on edge.

"We can't hold out much longer!" Gamora looked greener than ever. She gripped her weapon and stared at