The Daughters of Thanos
Gamora was tired of the pictures, she was tired of threatening to break arms and she was tired of Las Vegas. Although she had liked the air conditioning and had taken a shine to Blackjack which she'd played happily with Quill the night before. Drinks and cards, Gamora liked that, almost as much as she liked resting her hand on his knee under the table. But that had been yesterday, this was now.
Now was the knife in her hand plunging through the neck of the thing that lunged toward her sister. "What is wrong with them that they can't breathe?" Gamora huffed as she kicked one hard in the chest and sent it falling back away from the people gathered to one side, shielded behind a large car.
It wasn't much of a challenge, but it felt good to flex her muscles and fight without holding back to avoid any hurt.
"I need to find Quill," Gamora said as she glanced around. Of course he could take care of himself, he was a Guardian and all. But he was her Guardian and really she did prefer when he was where she could see him, not getting into any trouble without her.