From somewhere inside the construct creature's chest came the response. "Was hoping for something a little less...alien. But I'll take it." Did aliens even dream? A good question, but one that couldn't be answered at the moment. And what good would turning into ferocious things be when aliens feared...well he had no idea really. Screw that then, this would be power practice fodder. "Didn't think you guys dealt with Smurfs though."
The manticore landed and dissipated so that it was just Phil with glowing eyes and a dark look. Having never met any Kree before, he had no concept of what was normal, so from his outstretched hand extended a giant claw construct to close the distance and grab some of them.
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