She scoffed and kept fighting along, driving her elbow into a face until there was a satisfying crunching sensation. "They fed on us like whales on krill, pardon me if I feel no pity for them and their predicament." With a cry, she jumped onto the hand grabbing Mar Vell and frantically ripped at the grip before the consequences were irreversible. This was not how she wanted to be proven right about the threat.