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M’gann comes out of his blind spot and he can feel his skin prickle with the force of her psychic powers, focused with precision lethality towards these strange horrible aliens. She claps her hands together and one of the creatures is torn into pieces.
They don’t kill.
Kid Flash is moving, a blur that is too fast even for lightning, and where he passes, dark blood like motor oil explodes into being.
They aren’t supposed to kill.
Robin’s laughing, that too high and chill manic giggle, as he dances through the fray and flings his shuriken and bombs into the tide of monsters. He is precise, going for eyes and throats and aortas, all with the same childish glee he would take with his normal disabling strikes. He makes the others look like amateurs in the art of murder.
Kaldur is frozen, unable to look away but unwilling to participate.
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