5th May
02:53 GMT -5
Ahead, I see Alan
shove the wave of grundywomen back, the revenants losing their footing as he moves them faster than their sluggish reflexes can accommodate. And this is a problem. The mob I can see represents a sizeable portion of Columbia's industrial base. While a powerful headshot will destroy a grundywoman, it will also ruin their economy. They literally won't be able to sustain themselves.
And I think Alan knows that and is holding off, because he's just as capable of headshotting them as I am. I don't see any living Columbians around, which is a moderate concern. Undead work gangs usually have overseers who make sure that their charges remain focused on their work and make running repairs to the flesh and the spells as necessary.
"Blue Lantern! What set them off?
"
I come to a halt a short distance from him while John goes higher,
green light strobing out as he searches for people in need of rescue.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
Unlike some types of fictional zombies, grundymen are completely silent. Their footsteps make noise, their clothing still rustles and blows still pound, but not a single sound issues from their mouths. No breathing, no moaning, no unbidden words.
"They're strong; stronger than the ones who attacked us at my home. But-"
He
shoves the grundywomen he has contained, keeping them squeezed together and off-balance. They can't bring their strength to bear in a coordinated way.
"-I think I've got them."
I nod, taking a look through empathic vision. If someone is manipulating them, I should be able to see a reflection of
their desires-.
Oh.
Strands leap out from my outstretched hands, striking each grundywoman on the back of her neck. Where every spine rider is crouching. And
assimilate.
Most simply evaporate as I strike them, the undead they were controlling becoming listless and purposeless without their motivation. A few draw their swords from their host and slash my strands. That works until I reallocate strands that have already destroyed their targets and attack them from multiple directions. Hm, alright, I know that assimilation doesn't work as desired. Let's try something a little different.
I release my construct-Lantern wraith and deposit it just above the undead.
"Possess one of the Sheeda-faries.
"
"Gladly, master."
One spine rider simply tries to flee, and the orange spectre swiftly undulates through the air and catches up with it, circles around it and then
lunges, passing into its body and causing its eyes to flare with orange light…
No disintegration.
I sigh. I'm going to need to assimilate more demons. I wonder if I can get a warlock to summon some for me?
"
Did you get them all?"
Quick check…
"All the ones in the immediate vicinity. Remember, they can stab through construct barriers.
"
"I'll have you know
I've dealt with stronger grundy-men than this." He dismisses his construct. "Green Lantern, did you find any stragglers?"
"No." John
flies back our way. "And I didn't find any
living people, either."
I look around-. We're on the periphery of the capital here, where they put their tanneries and other industrial processes so that the sound and smell can't offend the living. I can see people… Some distance away, but-.
"There should be more people here than this.
"
Alan blinks. "Melmoth kidnapped them?"
"Spine riders control people, and can plan and execute complex strategies. They could do this without Melmoth's direction.
" I look from Alan to John.
"I don't suppose that either of you have a secret ward-bypassing scanning technique?
"
John frowns. "I thought
you did."
"Yes, but I doubt that we'll have hours. I-.
"
"Captain Atom to Blue Lantern and Green Lantern."
Alan nods. "We're here, Captain. Go ahead."
"I'm in a town to the north. We're under attack by some sort of stinging insect. I need one of you here to cover the evacuation."
Alan nods to John. "You're faster than m-."
"Physician to Justice League. A town to the north-west is under attack by a group of Sheeda-altered mantises. I would appreciate help."
Alan nods. "I'll take that one. Orange Lantern, can you follow up on these abductions?"
"On it. Canis, are you busy?
"
"Even the songs they sing in praise of the Source are
bland."
"Brut can track people shielded by magic, right?
"
John
shoots off to the north while Alan
creates a compass construct before
heading for Mr Yao.
"Of course."
"Please come to my current location. Spine riders appear to have abducted some locals.
"
"I come."
I look at the spine rider my wraith is possessing.
"Does your host know where they're going?
"
"No, Master. This one was not called to return, merely to take a zombie and attack any humans it could find."
"Do they have an easy way to locate each other?
"
"No, Master. Mundane senses only. Its magic skills are innate, not learned."
I nod as Brut lands at the end of the road and bounds towards me, Canis on his back.
"You have something for him to scent?"
"These grundywomen were taken by spine riders, and I've got a spine rider
here.
"
I have the wraith-possessed spine rider fly downwards, and Brut gives it a quick sniff.
"And those who were taken?"
"No list. Their supervisors were taken too, and I've got no idea who owns each company or where they are.
"
"Then we will start in their middens. Forward!"