Gamora had never experienced such weakness, so to have to fight in such a state was less than ideal. But she wasn't about to sit it out, not when there was a Werewolf on the loose. She'd watched the wolf's teeth close around her sister's shoulder and Gamora had done the only thing that she could and thrown herself ontop of the animal. It had all been a blur of yelling and then the blaster had gone off.
She had a few scratched, nothing to worry about and as her sister came closer Gamora met her in the middle examining her ruined arm. Her forehead creased and she hated seeing her like this. "Sister you need someone to take a look at this," she said seriously.
Quill was there, he was always there and lucky for everyone he'd been there with a weapon. Of course the wolf was a man and she understood that, but Peter had been protecting them all. "My head hurts," she said touching her fingertips to the side of her skull where it had collided with the ground. "But I'm fine."