It had to be said, Thanos really knew how to play.
He threw the two sisters into a slaughterhouse, then unleashed groups of enemies that they could only defeat by working together. Yet they were also competing against each other, and the loser would have body parts cut off.
It was indeed an excellent way to train people.
By now, most of the enemies had been killed. At least, Nebula believed she could handle the rest on her own. Because of that, in the middle of the battle, her gaze drifted over Gamora's back several times as though by accident.
Killing Gamora outright was impossible; that would enrage their father. But if she merely made her sister lose the ability to fight and lose this competition, that would still be within the rules of the game.
Nebula swung the curved blade in her hand again, cutting down a frenzied sea anemone charging at her. Though she had dodged its attack, foul-smelling blood still sprayed all over her face. She hurried back to a safe spot and wiped her eyes, gritting her teeth in secret.
If not for the cybernetic modifications affecting her body's coordination, she could have moved through the enemy ranks like Gamora, nimbly dodging every attack.
Indeed, the green-skinned Gamora looked quite delighted now. She could even keep performing forward and backward flips while killing, her twin blades carving arcs through the air as she spun gracefully. Her athletic yet supple body was filled with a savage beauty.
The more Nebula watched, the more jealous she became. From childhood until now, she had never won even once. Gamora had never thought of letting her win.
Her sister had always been the winner. Even if she lost once in a while, it should not matter, right? Their father might