JLA Watchtower (Archive)

He hits the floor hard from the punch, but again the punch dissipates off an energy field.

"Really, Lantern. You'd think you'd learn."

He starts glowing. Just a little bit - but definitely glowing, and getting brighter.

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Ralph's arm is literally smoking as he's finally able to let go. At least it managed to set Light up. He considers his options, and catches sight of Ray. Thinking quickly, he draws his burnt hand back, and sets to tearing off a piece of the railing from one of the raised walks to make a proper metal spear.

Desperate times and all that. He stays low and shielded from sight for now, one eye peeking up to await a good and less shielded opportunity.

"C'mon Hal." he whispers.

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The glow's getting more intense with every second.

"Tell me, Lantern, because I'm nothing if not curious - do they teach you to fight blind in the Corps?"

No flashbulbs. No cutesy little pops and snaps. Just pure, blinding white light, getting more intense with every second. It's not that hot if you aren't touching him, but the glare is rapidly reaching the point where it'll burn out your retinas if eyes aren't closed.

And that's when he charges Lantern with a series of palm thrusts and short kicks.

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Ralph doesn't need to guess as to Light's position, the glow gives it away, and if it goes much longer, he won't be able to look.
His arm stretches way, way out as he throws, aiming for Light's legs. Even with everything at stake, he can't bring himself to go for a potentially lethal shot.
He and the Atom have done this a thousand times. With all the tension Ralph can generate, and as fast as the hand at the end of that arm gets moving, the velocity of the projectile is unreal, as he lets it fly, and ducks down again, trying tog et the spots out of his eyes.

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The mindworm gives him warning as Ralph winds up, and when the spear hits - or, rather, when it should hit - instead it melts into slag and then atomizes inches away from Light's body.

However, it does force him to redirect his luminance. The heroes have a few seconds before he turns the sun back on...

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Hal uses the ring to blank the signal from his eyes to his brain; he then makes the ring work as a radar, sending a message directly to his brain in place of his vision.

"What do you think, Arthur?"

He blocks the blows from Arthur, taking few serious shots, and he shoves his palm up towards Light's face, hoping to break the man's nose. Again.

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"I think you're a poseur with a fancy toy, Lantern."

The palm strike seems elementary now that he has the Black Canary's fighting style downloaded into his brain - elementary to weave away then return with a vicious chop right at the neck.

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When did Light learn to fight like that? And when did he get eyes in the back of his head?
Ralph is quickly realizing just how unprepared they were.

Both hands grow to become more like giant mallets, one swings on a whipcord arm to make it harder to dodge, aiming for Light, trying to give Hal some room, and stop Arthur from blocking his real effort - using the other to try and smash some of the trap binding the Flash.

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That's an expert attack -- with significant power behind it.

He grunts as it connects.

Let's try pain sent directly into Light's body. Incapacitating agony, but without a visual component.

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The mindworm immediately senses the ring's assault and in response shuts down Light's pain centre. As a result, Green Lantern is concentrating for no effect at all.

And it gives Dr. Light the opportunity to fire a concentrated plasma burst at the Elongated Man to counter those fists...

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Hal leaps to take the blast.

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Ralph curses under his breath. He could have dodged, and they really need Hal in the fight.
Preparing to dodge made him miss Light, just smashing the metal near his feet - but maybe it'll throw him off balance?
The other fist smashes machinery, but not with the impact he'd hoped. He just hopes its enough for Wally to work himself free.

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Hal flies backward, channeling the energy that hit him into what he flies into.

The plasma energies course into the wall where he hits... the wall where Wally is left.

It may absorb kinetic energies, but plasma energies?

Though he feels his consciousness ebb as he collapses, he knows at least that he may have set Wally free.

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Ollie's been holding back. Close quarters and Light's power levels mean that he's not going to be that effective. Not that a thing like that would normally stop him.

But he's not playing his usual hand, either. He's taking lessons from his son, the monk.

Without thought, Ollie lets fly the broadhead he's been holding. He reaches back, grabs a net arrow, and follows it with a glue arrow.

Zazen is hard, but Ollie has had practice with patience.

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The no-mind shot slips right through the screen of the mindworm and the broadhead pierces Light's shoulder. He howls.

But his condescension returns quickly enough. "What do you know - Queen learned a new trick. That certainly puts you on a level playing field."

The arrow incinerates in a flash. The wound cauterizes. The net is vaporized. The glue evaporated. And a flood of plasma bolts fly at the Green Arrow.

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This trick is right out of the Queen arsenal. A new trick, but hardly an unexpected one.

Ollie charges Light. He takes a couple of plasma bolts on the way, but still manages to leap right at him, hands outstretched.

Not...again...

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He's blazing with light again, and Ollie's hands land on deathly-hot skin.

"You're outclassed, Queen. You always were. You're a joke."

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Outclassed? *ungh* Light, you haven't got any class.

He swings high a wild haymaker. His other hand feints for a throat grab...

...and then goes straight for the bathing suit.

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Light's downloaded fight skills are honed, but he doesn't have the experience to catch every feint when it comes, and his raspberries are firmly in Ollie's hands now.

In self-defense he starts blazing even harder, but as the Emerald Archer squeezes hard the pain rapidly becomes excruciating.

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Someone recommended...this...for...RAPISTS.

Ollie's hand is smoking now. A stray thought goes through his head: "If it comes down to it, I think I'll lose the arm this time."

It's debatable whether Ollie truly counts as conscious at this point, but his grip isn't slackening much.

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He starts screaming in pain - even the mindworm dulling the pain can't quite block this out, this isn't fantasy pain like the ring, this is real.

Something is trickling down his leg. He can only hope it's blood.

Desperately he grabs Ollie's arm with both hands and blazes even hotter. When you turn the temperature up enough, human flesh doesn't just burn - it melts.

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That's too much even for GA's almost berserk state. He slides to the floor, the charred stump of his hand turning to ash, the remains of his glove flickering with flame.

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Ralph tears up the heaviest thing he can find - they're not going to get many shots when he's this out of it, and Ralph doesn't actually use his real strength that often.
He tries, at least, to smash the chunk of satellite wall over Light's back as hard as he can, hoping Ollie has him dazed enough to let a shot get through, and cursing himself for taking so long to recover from the last volleys.
"Ollie!"

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