"Only darkness here."
Watching the two leads in the beam of light put on a sisterly drama, Hela tilted her head. Her somewhat exaggerated spiked headdress scraped against Deathstroke's armor with a faint sound.
"Correction, this isn't darkness. It's black." Su Ming shook his head, holding a soda bottle in his hand. His attention was not even on the two women below, but focused on the tiny bubbles in the orange liquid. "It's like taking a white sheet of paper and smearing a huge patch of black paint over it, but you can't call that darkness."
On the surface, Gamora and Nebula appeared to be in a pitch-black space, with only two beams of light illuminating where they stood. Everything resembled an old-fashioned theater setup, the kind without any stage scenery.
But Su Ming, who wielded the Dark Concepts, could sense that they were actually standing before a black curtain, pulled into motion by invisible strings like puppets in a puppet show.
The Third Dimension was more complicated than either of the first two. It seemed to have an inner and outer side as well. That was interesting.
As the two spoke, the seemingly dying Gamora suddenly sprang into action. Drawing the two short curved blades from behind her back, she attacked Nebula, who had been steadily closing in.
The blue-skinned alien held two short laser swords, and her reaction was not slow. After dodging the ambush, the two sisters formally began to fight.
The sisters' figures darted and spun through the air, their weapons constantly clashing and scattering sparks everywhere. The effects of light and shadow looked like two bats flying wildly around a rolling mill inside a working steel plant.
Agile, elegant, deadly. Putting both oneself and one's enemy on the brink of death, advancing without retreat, striking