[center][img]http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i374/bensundeitestutho/MsMarvelBanner2_zpstn5miyti.png[/img][/center][center][b]Carol Danvers[/b][/center]
	Carol rubbed her head as she recovered from a blow to her face.  Several feet away, her assailant was soared towards her through the air on her wings.    In the woman’s hand, she held a javelin-like projectile.  While at first it seemed like the woman was going to fly right up to Ms. Marvel, she abruptly landed a few feet away from her target and hurled the javelin at Carol.  Remembering her encounter with the Scorpion, Carol dodged out of the way rather than try to rely on her photonic energy to shield herself from the attack.

	After Carol had dodged the javelin, the woman continued her attack.  While Ms. Marvel was definitely had the advantage of pure power and strength, this alien obviously has military training with both weapons and unarmed hand-to-hand combat.  Therefore, this woman’s experience in combat, especially in comparison to Carol’s experience, compensated for Carol’s raw advantages.  Otherwise, this battle would have been over long ago.

	“Die, Kree whore!”  The woman yelled as she scooped up her javelin and tossed it at Carol again.  And for the second time, Carol ducked out of the way.

	“Kree what?”  Carol asked as she pulled the javelin out of the wall and snapped it in half, something which she should have done long ago.

	“You bear [b]the[/b] star.”  The woman gestured at the eight-point, yellow star that was located on the front of Ms. Marvel’s costume.

	Before Carol could respond to what the woman said, the winged woman took to the air again and dive bombed towards her.  Carol tried to shoot her down with a couple photonic blasts, but her opponent was agile enough to swoop out of the way.  Then, just like a hawk pouncing on its prey, the woman drove her legs into Carol’s stomach and slammed her into the wall behind her.

	“I am Deathbird of the Shi’ar Empire and it will be the last name you will ever hear.”  She raised her hand above her head in preparation for the finishing blow.  Now that Deathbird was now closer, Carol realized that the feathers on the woman’s head was not part of some sort of headdress, but were rather attached to her head.

	Before she was struck by Deathbird, Ms. Marvel sent out a photonic pulse in order to get the winged woman away from her.  Just at that same moment, several S.W.O.R.D. agents stormed the premise.  When she realized that she was surrounded, Deathbird soared up high above everyone.  Then, she flew straight towards the exit, knocking a few agents out of the way as she left.

	“Are you alright, Ms. Marvel?”  Agent Lawson asked Carol when he approached her.

	“Yeah,” She replied while she stared at the exit of the building.  “We obviously bit off more than we could chew.  That lady was no bee-keeper goon.  And she’s obviously not a mutant.”

	“What makes you say that?”

	“She mentioned a few things that I never heard before, like the Shi’ar and the Kree, and I’m not talking about a group of Native Americans from Canada.”