How should one put it? Standing spiritedly atop the carriage, dual-wielding pistols and mowing down enemies in every direction, Star-Lord set foes ablaze like torches wherever his beams struck, sending them screaming and fleeing in all directions.
It really did have a bit of that A Better Tomorrow flair.
Of course, it would have been even better if the leftover straw in the carriage bed had been clenched between Star-Lord's teeth like a toothpick instead of accidentally stuck in his hair.
In any case, with sufficient firepower and an elemental attack type that countered the enemy, carving a path through the densely packed tide of enemies was not particularly difficult.
The problem was that this carriage's "engine" was not very good. The old nag had already run itself ragged in the previous dimension, and the Eyeball Monster's aura had frightened it badly. Now, facing these eyeless, mouth-filled plants, it seemed ready to simply lie down and wait for death.
No matter how Jessica snapped the reins, it only shuffled forward slowly. As a draft horse rather than a warhorse, the atmosphere of the battlefield had clearly left it at a loss.
"Move! Move already! You idiot! Damn it, why did I pick such a gutless horse?!"
The female detective cursed up a storm, the reins in her hand cracking sharply. Having grown up in a major city of steel and concrete, she clearly had little idea what to do with animals and could only try verbal encouragement.
It did not work very well. Compared with its driver's curses, the horse was clearly more afraid of the battlefield's aura. If it had not been hitched to the carriage, it might even have tried to back away.
"Sister, stop yelling at it. Let me handle this."
Sif, who had been standing guard