Without word or gesture, a massive power lashes out in unfamiliar form and an unfamiliar dimensional angle; Opalyn's shields shatter as easy as a dropped egg, leaving her inside untouched.
"I appreciate that measured reply," he says, "but it's my own life at stake too, and in my own interest I could protect it far more easily by killing you here and now, instead of letting you be hunted later. You are worth much as a future ally, but not that much. Will you obey as the price of your life."