Left arm up to block his eye rays sidestep and turn strike at his upper arm.
It was wrong, and now that she had gotten a feel for it she could feel the wrong in the very air. It was distracting, the constant feel that there was an enemy behind her, beneath her, above her.
Looks like her link to Gaia is acting up. Something for her to remember feeling in future.
Fly behind it kick the back of the knee jump back to evade.
The robot didn't feel wrong. It had been obvious that Paul had intended there to be a final physical challenge; though he made a valiant effort, complex intrigue wasn't his forte. But as much as it tried to spread the poison, the radioactive material, the robot itself felt… Like Red Tornado, actually. Magic in a mechanical frame.
Very astute observation. Mr Atom was rebuilt with Morrow Tech, as established previously...
Come back into range to taunt try to strike finger or joint-.
"The robot can absorb radiation through the center of his chest and his eyes!"
Draw sword wait for opening robot distracted lunge dodge left block-.
And a horrible sense of 'more wrong' before-.
And we've caught up to last chapter's finish. Ow.
Her tongue burns. Her vision greys. Her ears screech. Her skin is.. numb, except on those areas which the armour does not cover. There, she feels a horrible biting.
Something dark grey moves through the grey, her vision too afflicted to tell more.
Seriously, radioactive sandblasting to the face.
OW. Good thing she can heal, though she's out of the fight for now.
Her balance is… Off, but remaining still on such a battlefield is to invite death, and however friendly he has been towards Paul she has no desire to great Lord Hades this day. Judging the horizontal plane as best she can she floats back, trying to stay out of easy reach of the robot's powerful arms.
"-iana!"
And still trying to fight, if only on the defensive. Tough as adamantine...
She healed far faster than a normal woman, but not instantly and not in this place. She moves her arms into a combat position, ignoring the pain with an accustomed ease. Much like Clark, she was seldom seriously injured but this was hardly the first time.
"-ark."
At least she's aware of her limits. Large as they are...
Her mouth felt awkward, and she felt a moment of grudging respect for both the-. Mr Atom for the power he commanded, and for Paul for finding someone who could give them a challenge like this. The radiation making it impossible for most of the League to approach, thousands of nearby hostages preventing them fighting at their peak-.
Hopefully the lesson he was trying to teach was not that the should not worry about collateral damage.
Hardly. OL may be pragmatic, but he's not callous.
"Green Lantern! Call for reinforcements! Diana…"
She dimly feels Clark take hold of her armor and lift her into the air as gently as he could manage.
"What.. did it do?"
She could see his face slightly more clearly now, his concern obvious.
Already healing, good. Still not fighting fight though.
"It threw out a lot of radiation. Nearly blinded me. It would have if I'd been any closer."
"Marvel?"
"I can see him. He doesn't look good, but Paul's machine hasn't said that he's out of the game."
Stamina of Atlas, baby. If he weren't ten years old, I'd make a crack about other useful things stamina like that is good for...
She weakly pulls away. "I'm fine here. Get-."
There's a slight twinge of pain from the sudden change in air pressure as Clark flies off to recover their other colleague. And… She's out of the game. While she can still fight, until she's had time to recover she'll be a distraction to their fully-fit friends and colleagues.
Damn, the lady is good at her job. Thinking tactically even while badly hurt...
She can't see clearly, but…
"Hal?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a healing ray?"
"Sorry. I got it out right before that rad pulse and it got fried. Guess I shoulda brought a spare."
'
A' spare? Your subspace pocket should have a dozen at least, just in case. Learn from OL's packrat tendencies, Jordan.
And she wouldn't trust a healing potion at this moment even if she had thought to bring one, and of the three members of the League who might heal her with magic none could bear this level of radiation. Hal couldn't abandon his duty containing the radiation-.
"Hey, Wondy." She hears Guy sniff. "That you? You okay in there?"
"Smells like bacon... Damn, why do I feel hungry?
"
"Did you bring a healing ray?"
"Nah, left it in my other pants."
She rolls her eyes as he begins to point a blur at her, and she feels a coolness begin to coat her burns.
See, Jordan? Guy knows his shit!
"What is happening?"
"Supes is going ham on that robot. Robot's goin' ham right back. Think Supes is winnin'. Marvel's looking like he's tryin' ta'-"
"Shazam!"
"-do that."
Hope he didn't hit the collectors...
"Focus the ray upon my eyes."
"You sure 'bout that? You ain't lookin'-."
"Yes."
"I don't need
skin to fight."
Her flesh start to burn once more, but her vision becomes clearer.
"'kay, but there ain't no sense getting' yerself killed over a trainin'-."
"I will treat this as I would a real fight."
And depending on OL's safety protocols, it may turn into one...
She blinks, her vision returning to normal in time to watch Mr Atom slam its fists into Clark's back and send him face first into the exposed lake bed. She feels nauseous just looking at it, though… That could be the effect of radiation sickness. Glancing upwards she can see Paul remaining on overwatch, and while she lacks Clark and Billy's enhanced vision she likes to imagine that he looks concerned.
"The robot. I damaged the device on its chest."
Unfortunately, with at least two energy projectors about...
"Yeah, then Captain Atom shot it and it healed itself right back. You see any weaknesses?"
Nate managed to blindside it with his fists, hitting it in the square of its back where it couldn't reach.
...Dammit, Captain Atom. At least he's trying to make up for his mistake.
"It uses magic in some way. If we could nullify that, we could weaken it."
"Our wizards ain't exactly nuke-proof."
"Angelica should be able to cope, and then heal herself from any injury afterwards."
Now that's pragmatic. "Pain is temporary" and all that...
"I.. guess. Hold on a sec." He lifts his right hand to his mouth. "Guy to John. Does Angelica think she can handle this radiation?"
"She says she thinks so."
"Okay. Get ready t' bring her in. Robot's usin' magic an' she's gonna mess with it."
Fingers crossed that works, and she doesn't keel over from radiation poisoning instantly because of some hitherto unknown Angelic weakness to radiation.
"She needs a minute."
"Sure, we can do a-."
"Lantern Jordan Eliminated."
"Minute."
"Dammit, I could see it coming as I said it... Screw you, comedy!
"