Both Brek Nyram and Nik
Landsoh reach their arms out and use the Force to cradle the fall of their
master, Darth Shemalyah. Shemalyah lands
on the ground without a scratch.
Meanwhile, Old Man Logan takes advantage of the distraction and manages
to slash the side of Nik Landsoh.
Landsoh grabs his side in agony.
In response, Nyram uses the Dark Side and throws Old Man Logan across
the roof.
Nyram: How bad?
Landsoh: Not bad enough!
The two ignite their
lightsabers in unison and pull Old Man Logan toward them. Logan holds his claws ready, waiting to reach
his prey, although not on his own terms.
As Old Man Logan hurtles through the air at the acolytes, he actually
manages to twist himself in a circle and spears
Nik Landsoh’s stomach. While Nik
screams, Brek spins and lops the head off of Old Man Logan. Brek rushes to the side of Landsoh again.
While the two Sith
apprentices focused their sole attention on Old Man Logan, Batman attempted to
reach the landing to shoot at Darth Shemalyah again. To his frustration, the Sith Lord was out of his
weapon’s range.
Nyram: How bad this time?
Batman turns to the two
remaining Slaves, still on the rooftop with him.
Batman: Pretty darn bad.
Batman fires his weapon;
it reaches its mark. Nik Landsoh’s head
explodes. The gore splatters over Nyram
who knows that he is next. As Batman
recharges the weapon, Nyram leaps off the building, hoping to join his master.
Batman looks over the
ledge only to see Shemalyah’s head pop out, waiting at an entranceway of a
nearby building. Nyram reaches his
master and the duo enter the casino.
A red blur arrives at
the scene.
The Flash: Need an escort, Bruce?
Batman: One way ticket, Barry. Straight to Shemalyah. . . and to hell!
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2 comments:
Run, Barry, run!!!
No man can outrun fate.... Except maybe The Flash.
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