Higher. Further. Faster.”They understand nothing more. To them, I am just a soldier following orders, a walking target in their crosshairs. They think they can overwhelm me before my cosmic binary form even ignites. But while they plan their assault, my COMMANDER instinct takes over. I tap into the tactical network of the AVENGERS MANSION and flood my hand with endless strategic options. I don't need to hide in a workshop; my cosmic energy and the signal from the ALPHA FLIGHT STATION well up from the very first second out of every pore. I absorb the impact, reroute the raw power, and pure energy pulses through my veins—my engine is running at full throttle.Now I soar. And I do not come alone.Above me, the sky darkens, but it is no storm—it is my own, invincible air fleet. No nameless soldiers, but a hand-picked SQUADRON SUPREMA, hardened by TEAM TRAINING and completely INSPIRED. There is CLOUD 9, gliding weightlessly through the clouds, raising the thwart value of my entire fleet to unprecedented heights by her mere presence. There is SPECTRUM, grinding down the villain with pure energy superiority, while FALCON secures the flanks.You thought you could force my allies to retreat through consequential damage? You fools. Look up. AERO dives into battle with breathtaking speed, her wings cutting through the air. Placed at her side is the WINGMAN upgrade. Whenever SPECTRUM attacks for massive damage and would feel the strain of battle, AERO intercepts it passively. She simply exhausts—but AERO and SPECTRUM both take 0 DAMAGE. A perpetual loop of immortality. No one crashes. Thanks to THE TRISKELION and THE CIRCE, a five-member air barrier dominates the sky like an unyielding fortress of cosmic light and willpower.And while this infinite engine dominates the skies, I orchestrate the chaos from the ground. ADAM WARLOCK throws himself into the fray, channeling the pure THE POWER OF FLIGHT and triggering his mystic resonance. I sacrifice everything for victory—even my closest confidants. WAR MACHINE and SPIDER-WOMAN are not called upon at all. They never enter the battlefield. Their cards serve purely as energy resources. Their heavy armor and espionage reports are melted down directly in my reactor, fueled by ENERGY and ENERGY ABSORPTION to flood the capacitors with raw, kinetic power.I discard card after card from my gigantic hand. Every single time, the energy resource symbol flashes. Lightning ripples across the battlefield, shattering your minions and tearing holes in your schemes. And should Adam fall after all? The MEDICAL LAB catches him, while my GO DOWN FIGHTING command echoes through the com-links, immediately filling my hand with new, lethal options.