Gamoran frowned as his nerve strike didn't seem to work.  He would have to keep training it seemed.  He knew those techniques were more than capable of affecting large superhuman beings if he hit them just right... he had done so in the past.  He saw the massive arm of the Abomination swing back to attempt to swat him away... battle instincts kicking in as he nimbly dodged the attack, flipping up in a stunning feat of agility to land on the creature's shoulders, his blade out in a flash, held menacingly at his foe's throat.  The blade seemed to glow in anticipation of a killing slice and Gamoran smiled as he spoke calmly.<br/><br/><strong>"This blade is called Godslayer.  It has ended the life of beings far more powerful than yourself, monster.  You will stand down and allow yourself to be taken into custody by S.H.I.E.L.D. or we will see if your ability to regenerate will save you from decapitation.  I must admit I am curious about it myself, so I really hope you make a foolish choice.  Should you move to attack me, my allies, or anyone else we'll test that theory immediately."</strong><br/><br/>Gamoran's voice did not waver... however he played at the superhero game, he was trained as an assassin first and foremost.  He was not bluffing.  If the creature made any offensive move, Godslayer would attempt to claim it's first Terran victim.