LOOK WHO'S HERE!
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Green Lantern, Hal Jordan, hovered in the air along with dozens more of his fellow corps members. His gaze shifted not only to the immense yellow being of fear incarnate known as Parallax, but to the colossal waves heading straight for the cliffside below. Oh crap. He dodged several bursts of pure yellow energy. This was so not good.
He used his ring to acts as a communicator. 'Judging by the tidal waves down here, I'm guessing Mogo showed up?' He sent to Kilowog, who always seemed disturbingly happy when the living planet arrived at a fight. He cursed and rocketed downward, forming a .50 caliber Gatling gun construct to fill the yellow monstrosity full of energy bullets.
Tomar-Re flew forward, dozens of giant sword constructs aimed at Parallax. His ring blinked and the message popped up. 'He just joined the fight!' Different degrees of happy emojis followed the sentence. 'You afraid he's gonna stop Parallax without you poozer?'
Hal rolled his eyes. He zipped towards the city below, aiding Katma in evacuating it and carrying its citizens to safety. 'I'm afraid 'cause he's a planet you idiots! He can't just roll into an inhabited solar system!' His heart went out to the hundreds of people huddling on his humongous baseball glove construct. They set the people down far outside the city. He smiled and gave a gracious nod when they thanked them before zooming away toward the battle in the distance.
He clenched his teeth when he saw the yellow menace escaping into the upper atmosphere. 'But he's our heavy hitter!' Came Kilowog's reply.
'Too heavy!' He sent, growling under his breath. He stopped midflight when he noticed a current wrongness. This planet had four moons. Why were only three hanging in the sky? He groaned before sending another message. 'His gravitational pull just stole one of the planet's moons!'
His ring blinked and what he read nearly set his blood afire. 'He's gonna use it to hit Parallax as soon as he escapes the planet.' Here were winking emojis.
Hal wanted to go back to Earth. Where in any point in time was hurling a frackin' moon at someone a good idea? 'PUT. THE…MOON…BACK!' They were going to turn this poor planet to Swiss cheese not to mention what would happen to the seasons- if anything of the planet remained. 'Kilowog!' He received no other reply. Motherthumper.
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