So does Vina, like a proper Hawk-er-Lady.
"Henh!" sneers the Shadow-Thief! "With but a twist of the dimensiometer in my other hand, I can become fully solid again, and pick up the icon before you!"
Which he does. A half a second later, Vina slams into him with her big metal wings curling over her head and knocks him cold.
The Shadow-Thief's hand falls open, and the Bat gleams on the black satin of his glove.
Circe, on the other hand, is not happy.
"GRUNTING ANIMAL THAT YOU ARE!" she rages, and points her stabbing forefingers at the Green Hog hovering outside. Actual bolts of lightning explode from her fingers, slapping Vina with painfully loud thunderclaps.
The swine ably parries the thunderbolts with catcher's mitts made of green energy.
Then one mitt folds into a gigantically oversized boxing glove, and punches Circe all the way back to the fellowship hall, knocking over a table of children's crafts.
The Swine of Space Justice drops to the floor and trots over, grunting, to see if she's all right.
The Tattooed Man groans and rolls over.
"S'a pretty tough Lantern y'got there ... " he mumbles, holding his jaw. "Bu' Libra gave us this gimcrack to try out if all was lost ... an' it looks like it's right about time!"
He holds a small cylindrical device, covered with orange radiating fins, and pushes the button on top of it.
ZZZRAKK! The Tattooed Man, Shadow-Thief, and Circe all turn into black outlines with white lines of force outlining their bones from within. Then the effect fades, and they go limp.
They're not dead, but weirdly, all the Tattooed Man's tattoos have faded to greenish-blue smudges, like pale imitations of themselves.
The pig with the ring comes over and nuzzles the gadget, now inert.
Vina absent-mindedly pats the pig on the shoulder while picking up the batwing.
ReplyDelete"Sorry," she says as she gazes into it, "I -was- raised on a farm. We have rescue pigs. The folks are vegan." She's still fascinated.