Beware Your Fears Made Into Light

[sinestro_corps]

Their lord, Henshaw, has given them their target.

The shining jewel of Earth. The City of the Future.

Metropolis.

An army of Manhunters descends on the city, blasting any living being they see with energy blasts.

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[sinestro_corps]

Henshaw and his Manhunters have weakened the city. Time for the real damage to arrive.

Mongul lowers to the ground, enveloped in a yellow aura. Behind him, thousands of yellow-clad members of Sinestro's corps join him.

The early invasion is done. Now the Sinestro Corps has reached Earth.

[sinestro_corps]

Maash lands with two sadistic grins and one terrified expression.

"Kill them all! Squishy humans!"

"I'd like to see how they're made, myself. Take them apart piece by piece and learn how to harm them best."

"No! Spare them! Please!"

[victor_sage]

Maash could have chosen a better target to touch down in front of. Sure, he could have done a whole lot worse with all the metahumans polluting the sky, but Vic Sage has a monkey wrench in his hands and by its trajectory he certainly knows how to use it.

[sinestro_corps]

The monkey wrench collides with the yellow shield surrounding Maash. The upper head cries out.

"Run! They'll kill you!"

"Shut up!" the middle head snarls.

Maash points his ring at the Question and unleashes a blast of yellow plasma.

[victor_sage]

Vic leaps to the side, but not quick enough to avoid singing the tail of his coat. He was fairly certain he was going to die today. The sky was swarming with energy-spitting minions, their power calcified with every scream from the citizens below.

Still, if he could save a life or two before he lost his own, that would be enough. He manoeuvres into a more advantageous position and counter-attacks, bringing in the wrench from high up.

[sinestro_corps]

The upper head screams as the wrench dents on the shield.

"Ow!" the upper face screams. "Run! They'll kill you! I can't watch it happen again!"

The lowest face snarls. "Foolish human."

He reaches out to grab at the faceless vigilante.

[victor_sage]

Damn. That was foolish.

Vic kicks himself for getting so close. He attacks Maash's torso a few more times with the wrench, barely denting the forcefield.

So was this it? Broken neck is an okay way to die, he supposes.

[the_batwoman]

A figure on a glider moves behind Maash, flinging a metal ball at the killer's ring-hand. As it hits, it liquefies, splashing around his ring-hand... and then blasts a jolt of electricity, briefly shutting down his ring before it can reboot, giving Vic a split second of opportunity...

[victor_sage]

... To aim a knee-blow at the creatures diaphragm, in the hope that it has one. Apparently so, as its grasp slackens, allowing him to drop free and go for his wrench. He aims an uppercut at the lowest of Maash's chins, putting all his weight behind it.

[the_batwoman]

"Hello, sensei," the woman greets, hurling two bladed batarangs towards Maash's back while leaping towards her opponent's skull.

[sinestro_corps]

Maash's center-face growls and brings his fists down towards the Question.

[victor_sage]

"A delight, as always," he replies, darting around Maash as Kathy pounces, "Though I though you were a little more punctual. Could've used you before he cuffed me."

The wrench swings, aiming to drive those batarangs further into Maash's flesh.

[sinestro_corps]

Maash's three faces shout in pain, then reforms his shield around himself.

"Die!" the center face snarls.

[blonde_techie]

A hand of liquid-like metal snaps around the figure. "I don't think so."

[victor_sage]

As Maash struggles with the memory metal, Vic goes for his free arm. He grabs it, heaving Maash over his shoulder and to the floor. Patting the wrench in his hand, he asks, "Had enough yet?"

[sinestro_corps]

"Stop them, please!" the upper face whimpers. "Just don't hurt me anymore..."

The middle and lower heads grin wickedly. "Have you?" the lower head asks. Lying on the ground, he covers his body with quills. "Come on... hit me!" the middle head taunts.