Setting Off Fireworks

"Bzzz."

In the darkness, the greatsword dragged a bright line across the floor. The sturdy alloy split before its blade like cloth, and the Kree on the bridge seemed to feel it.

It would soon sweep across their necks, taking their lives and delivering death.

The sound was imagined, but for some reason, everyone felt it should sound like that.

In the narrow chamber, the human did not move quickly, yet every weapon could only slow him slightly. None could stop his advance.

With each swing of the greatsword, Kree soldiers fell one after another. Even their faces were full of confusion before death.

Why was he unharmed? Why couldn't I dodge? Why did I lose my strength?

That man had no intention of answering those questions.

After wiping out the squad of Kree Warriors that had arrived in the chamber, the black-and-yellow figure strolled among the corpses.

The chamber had been damaged, and its artificial gravity had failed. Corpses and severed limbs drifted and bobbed through the air like deadwood in a stream.

He lightly pushed aside a corpse blocking his path with his weapon, letting chunks of flesh fly through the breach into space. He looked around in the darkness, and soon his gaze landed on a surveillance camera in the corner.

A red eye immediately filled the view. The figure had flown over, his mask taking up the entire screen and making the Kree watching the footage instinctively recoil.

But he soon tilted his head, stepped back a few paces, and began writing on the floor with his weapon.

The characters were familiar Kree Script, but the message was something the Kree had never seen before.

"Don't run. I'm coming for you."

The human pointed at the floor, then raised his hand and smashed the camera. The