User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160401000227

Gamora: Tch! Wretched automaton...!

(Flying toward the giant golem, Gamora disengages her jet boots and runs straight up its torso, using her blade to carve up the length of its torso.)

(Ironworks' efforts knock the flail slightly off-center, but it still strikes at the side of Star-Lord's head.)

Star-Lord: Agh!

(Knocking harshly forward, Star-Lord is thrown from his seat. With no pilot at the controls, the Milano dips into a downward dive.)

Orbit: Aah!

(While Star-Lord recovers from a possible concussion, Orbit jumps into the pilot's chair and straightens the ship out.)

Decibelle: Phoenix! What are you doing?!