At the sound of the woman's voice, the man turned his head. When he saw the gun in her hands, a hint of confusion entered his eyes. "I thought your weapon was a sword."
"We were hired to stop an Interdimensional Monster from draining these batteries. Am I supposed to fight it with a sword? Are you stupid?"
The batteries she meant were the glowing golden pillars surrounding them.
The Interdimensional Monster capable of draining those golden batteries was a thick-skinned alien creature.
Its defenses were formidable, leaving it impervious to blades and bullets and quite a handful to deal with.
"Gamora, you know that's not what I meant. I meant swords are your thing, and guns are mine."
The man tried to give himself a way out, muttering sheepishly, "Okay, so we're all using guns now. I just didn't know before. There's a good saying on Earth: ignorance is no crime."
Loosely speaking, the man was the only "human" in the group. His real name was Peter Jason Quill, and his alias was Star-Lord.
The woman was Gamora, Thanos's adopted daughter.
"Oh, ho ho."
The muffled sound of suppressed laughter made Gamora look over. The next second, her brows knitted together.
"Drax, why aren't you wearing Rocket's Flight Device?"
Gamora pointed to the metal harness she wore, identical to Star-Lord's, and questioned the bald, muscular man standing nearby, his bare torso covered in red markings.
"It hurts to wear."
"It hurts to wear?"
Drax the Destroyer had joined the team to avenge his family, who had been slaughtered by Ronan. After fulfilling his wish for revenge, he had chosen to follow Star-Lord.
He casually avoided Gamora's gaze and gave a slight nod.
"My nipples are sensitive."
Gamora: ???
"Wahahaha!!!"
The somewhat shrill laughter wounded Drax's pride. He looked toward