003 look to the western sky

[uranophobe]

[Zombies? Eh, ain't no big; it's not like Crane hasn't dealt with this sort of thing before. With a questionable level of success. The course of action he must take is obvious. Not being a very sentimental man, he takes his regained uniform to the Post Office and hopes for the best.

For once in his life, the best actually happens.]

JONATHAN CRANE OF

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[greatestmanll40]

[Lex is in his warsuit, attempting to fly and shoot his way to The Hall Of Doom, when he should pass his old dear associate Mr. Crane. Hopefully he's still not bitter about the last time, with the rings...]

[uranophobe]

[ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha not bitter at all nope

the fact that all the crows are suddenly focused on Lex is entirely a coincidence

fly my pretties tear his eyes out!]

[greatestmanll40]

[I guess a "Sorry Bro" is out of the question at the moment

Gonna be swatting at them birds and keep floating above the zombies.]

Crane!
Stop this at once!

[uranophobe]

Doctor Crane isn't here right now. [Suddenly, this is a lot more interesting than killing zombies, and the Scarecrow turns, scythe raised, to face him.]

[greatestmanll40]

[Lex will begin firing bolts of electricity form his right gauntlet palm. His shields are holding but they won't hold up forever.]

Leave me be, Crane! We must seek refuge at headquarters!

[uranophobe]

[Scarecrow's shields easily deflect the bolts.]

So magnanimous, Luthor. But, I suppose it be easier when you aren't a slave to your own pathetic greed.

At least, not so openly.

[greatestmanll40]

[Electrical bolts were just phase one. Phase two: Lob a bomb at Crane and GTFO toward the Hall.

Lex'll attempt to jet away...]

[uranophobe]

[Yes, yes, fly away...

Lex may see something familiar out of the corner of his eye, gaining on him with an almost superhuman speed. A blur of bright yellow with an S-sigil...]

[greatestmanll40]

[Lex can just see it out of the corner of his eye.

Crane, you son of a bitch.

Lex will fire bolts of plasma energy at the construct.]

[uranophobe]

[The construct is hit by the energy; though the image wavers, it seems mainly unaffected. It shoots yellow "lasers" out of its eyes and at Lex.

Guess who's still laughing.]

[greatestmanll40]

[The 'lasers' hit, dead on, and Lex crashes into a nearby building, momentarily on the ground, dazed.]

[uranophobe]

Are you really the best Metropolis has to offer? [He shakes his head.] How sad.

[greatestmanll40]

[Lex gets back up to his feet.]

You're the sad one, attempting to seek your petty vengeance on me in the middle of this madness!

[Hypocritical much? Yeah.

Lex'll take a page from The Wizard of OZ and fire a napalm based flamethrower at Crane

How about a little fire, Scarecrow!]

[uranophobe]

[Oh. Right. Yeah. Fire. Fire is a bad thing. The one downside to having an entirely straw-based ensemble.

But, the upside is that he's obviously fucking insane and thus doesn't care that he's on fire.

Some would consider this to be another downside.

Those people have never flown at a person swinging a scythe around.]

[greatestmanll40]

[Lex'll attempt to block the blade with his forcefield and then take a swing with his augmented gauntlet.]