Superman. Lex's blood boiled at the sheer audacity of the name. Even if the so-called Superman hadn't picked it out for himself, he hadn't exactly taken the trouble to correct anyone. It was even worse that he'd become something of an icon in Metropolis' skies within mere weeks of showing up out of nowhere. His perfect smile graced the pages of every popular newspaper; he'd been offered modelling contracts. Modelling contracts. Lex was surrounded by alien-worshipping morons, but hell, if he could save those alien-worshipping morons from themselves, he'd do his best to. He owed it to humanity
( ... )
On edge, Superman flew up to where the robots were hovering. They were flying in rough V-formation. A quick scan with his X-ray vision showed that they were all armed to the teeth. Well, this is strange.
"Hi there," Clark said, pleasantly enough. "Any particular reason you're all flying around armed with laser canons?"
With effort, Lex resisted the urge to fire everything at that smirk currently lining the alien's face, and instead reached over to take manual control with a small hand-held device. Up, down, up, left, a, b. He allowed himself a smile when an assortment of rockets shot towards the red S, and Superman's form was engulfed in smoke. The robots dived after them, targeting and locking onto Superman.
The rockets slammed into his chest, the momentum knocking him backward and smoke temporarily blinding him. He switched to X-ray vision just in time to grab hold of one of the robots heading towards him. He locked a hand around its neck and pulled, hearing the screech of metal as its head came off.
One down, Clark thought, bracing himself against another missile as it slammed into his shoulder. About ten to go. He let the decapitated robot drop onto the roof of a nearby skyscraper and trained his heat vision on another one. The smell of superheated metal and circuits filled the air as its chest fried, and Clark has his arms locked around the legs of another one within seconds, pulling it apart as well.
With a wince, he saw the two robots that he'd taken out were tumbling towards the streets below, and went into a dive to catch them. I need to get away from downtown, or someone's going to get killed.
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"Hi there," Clark said, pleasantly enough. "Any particular reason you're all flying around armed with laser canons?"
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One down, Clark thought, bracing himself against another missile as it slammed into his shoulder. About ten to go. He let the decapitated robot drop onto the roof of a nearby skyscraper and trained his heat vision on another one. The smell of superheated metal and circuits filled the air as its chest fried, and Clark has his arms locked around the legs of another one within seconds, pulling it apart as well.
With a wince, he saw the two robots that he'd taken out were tumbling towards the streets below, and went into a dive to catch them. I need to get away from downtown, or someone's going to get killed.
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