The Cyborg has a special place in his mechanical heart for this man, this human who for his time had become a god in Parallax. This man who had tried so hard, even if in malice, to execute him. Had it been the Kryptonian, Henshaw would have been upon him before he could have begun to recover. But to this human, this Earthman as the Corps loved to quaintly put it, Henshaw would fight him with some degree of...honor.
It was a human foible.
A cold, electronically tainted chuckle rumbles from the Cyborg's throat as he floats above, waiting for Hal to gain his bearings so that he can actually feel the fury of this next strike. "You're right, Jordan. I can never win. Not at the game that I play." A scarlet burst of heat vision erupted from Henshaw's eyes, headed for the face of his opponent. It would not kill him, no. But it would surely blind him.
Jordan was blind to so much, anyway. Only a minor setback, supposed the Cyborg.
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Date: 2008-07-07 05:38 pm (UTC)It was a human foible.
A cold, electronically tainted chuckle rumbles from the Cyborg's throat as he floats above, waiting for Hal to gain his bearings so that he can actually feel the fury of this next strike. "You're right, Jordan. I can never win. Not at the game that I play." A scarlet burst of heat vision erupted from Henshaw's eyes, headed for the face of his opponent. It would not kill him, no. But it would surely blind him.
Jordan was blind to so much, anyway. Only a minor setback, supposed the Cyborg.