The Daughters of Thanos
Las Vegas had not been as interesting as she hoped it might be. Nebula had to fend off so many requests for pictures since she had stepped through the door and into this world - still too hot, but not quite as suffocating as the town had been. And for all that Las Vegas had to offer she found that it was far too small for what she had thought it might be. She had seen any number of hedonistic dens of pleasure in her time across the galaxy, this was no different, and far tamer than many had been.
But when the attack came?
Nebula was glad they had come. This was what she had been missing, what she had been ready for ever since the illness had found a way to weaken her. She needed a fight like this, and with Gamora by her side, these fools would forever rue this day they decided to attack this place.
She had her pistols of course, but her batons were always preferred when she could fight close like this. And these creatures did not seem to shy away from this kind of combat. Nebula brought her batons down on either side of the helmet worn by one of them shattering the glass and watching as it struggled to breathe and then fell. "That was not what I had hoped." She said with a sigh turning toward her sister.