Turning in time to see a little green man explode like a bag of meat Dirge grinned under his mask. That's one thing I can't do, Ms. Marvel. I don't come equipped with a punch like that I'm afraid. He put the protocol King had installed in his processor into place becoming completely sane so he performed as he was expected to.
Copy that, Sir I'm gonna go assist Scarlet Witch. He didn't have a codename as far as he knew so he'd answer to whatever he was called. Sebastian couldn't fly so he and Riata were in the same boat where that was concerned and he was more or less making sure they couldn't escape - if they went one way Riata would fuck them up in a bad way and if they went the other way than Dirge would fuck them up in another bad way. I’ve got your back.
The red eyes of Dirge's external mask narrowed at Lester, Dirge didn't like Bullseye in the slightest and after taking one too many plasma burns he shed his external armor with a hiss of compressed steam and when the pieces fell off he stepped over them and drew his katanas. His true form was sleeker and faster than the external additions were when attached and he could operate much more effectively in the close quarters area they were all in. Slicing a pair of Skrulls in half from shoulder to hip he decapitated two more ready to follow orders when they were given.