Sinestro frowns.
"Do not seek to stand between Sinestro and his enemy, Ladyhawk. For who stands between Sinestro and his enemy ... has chosen that enemy's side."
Pig Lantern forms a huge green mallet over Sinestro's head.
"Don't force me to render you into more easily fryable chops, Swine Lantern!" says Sinestro. "Surely your bald little masters told you your ring cannot affect yellow ... whereas they who made MY ring put in no corresponding weakness to green."
Sinestro has done enough villain speeches that the Substitute Leaguers outside clearly hear every word.
Vina (Lady Hawk) realizes she doesn't have any armor at all--only what she got from the Super line en passant. Whatever that amounts to. Possibly nothing.
She's still standing in front of Libra.
"It's my job to take him in, Sinestro. I'm new at this, but I'm pretty sure capital punishment isn't part of the Hawks' plan. Well, not directly, anyway.
"Besides," she says cheerfully, "it will make a better ballad this way. The Great Lord of the Golden Circlet not slaying a helpless.." she looks him over. He's still helpless, right? "...prisoner."
He switches his swords into mind-cuffs of yellow force, which he zaps onto Libra's temples.
"There. My force-cuffs are an exact copy of your Thanagarian restraint crown. They will vanish after 24 hours, so be quick about bringing him to justice. Oh, and as a former law enforcer myself, I suggest ... NOT confining him in the Ghost Zone."
Sinestro turns away with a "bah!" gesture of his hand, sweeping the ceiling. The Tattooed Man writhes in his cuffs and seems about to say something, but Sinestro silences him with a glare.
"I am filled with wrath enough," he says, "to power Atrocitus' red ring just enough to remove it. ALthough that will cause him to die ... and again, IT MUST NOT BE!"
Sinestro considers letting Atrocitus wake up so he can slay him.
Pig Lantern squeals.
Lady Hawk raises an eyebrow. It's more effective with the pointed ears--and a pretty good impression of an ageless elf who's kind of judgey. She shakes her head. "Rather more of the same, wouldn't you say?"
JimBob eyes the monologuing race-garage uneasily, and glances at Ian and Peltast. "So... Do we punch someone in the face, or...?"
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ReplyDelete"I think we're a little late to the party," Quinn says, landing next to JimBob after his last leap. "Sounds like there's someone in there restraining . . . someone else? And did I hear Sinestro? He's sort of a weirdo, isn't he?"
ReplyDelete"'Sort of a weirdo'?!" JimBob's jaw falls literally to the floor. He retracts it like a set of cartoony blinds. "Founder of the Sinestro Corps? Yellow Lantern extraordinaire? Looks kinda like this?" JimBob inflates his head like a balloon. "He and Hal Jordan only killed eachother a half a dozen times. But no, yeah, he'll go down in history as 'sort of a weirdo', sure."
ReplyDeleteJimBob stretches his head toward the building for a better look and listening point.
Quinn has absolutely no clue what's going on, so he will wait until someone who seems more in the know to tell him what to do.
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