[ Finally, mercifully, Cryon stays down on the fourth shot. His body smokes with the leftover heat from the blasts, and he barely twitches.

Gamora steps forward to nudge him with her foot ("nudge" – more like "kick"), and he doesn't quite groan, but he makes some guttural, pitiful noise and then falls completely still. There's no sign of breathing, and he's slumped down like a puppet with its strings cut, limbs at odd angles and jaw gone slack. She doesn't feel inclined to look for a pulse, but— she's hardly surprised.

With the amount of Dust in his system, she's amazed he didn't overdose on the spot. ]

This could have been so much easier.

[ Her words are short, displeased as she shakes her head. She's prickling with agitation, and she rolls her shoulders to try and disregard it.

Probably the leftover adrenaline from such a frustrating battle. ]

We should contact the Nova Corps to have them retrieve the body and whatever's left in his storeroom.