<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/JLSSA.png) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Name: </strong>Star Sapphire<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong> Metropolis <br/>  <strong>Tagging: </strong> Green Lantern<br/></span></span><hr/>She knows she has the upper hand, how could she not? She’s the more powerful here, she’s the one that actually has lost. So she knows what it’s like, and she won’t lose again. Not ever. Not to someone she thought she cared for.. rather.. someone she thought cared for her. Never again.<br/><br/>Her body glows brightly as she rears up a little, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She’s ready to finish the orange whore, but she’s lost track of her. Her eyes narrow as she tries to spot her, ready to deliver what would be a killing blow. For all she knows. Her body lurches forward a little as she hangs there high in the air, oblivious to the other battles that were happening in her vicinity. Which wasn’t part of the plan.. she was a piece of the puzzle, but she has taken to her own goals.<br/><br/>The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she hangs there… something’s wrong. Oh no.. where did<em>he</em>go?! She looks to her left and right quickly as she spins.. and then she looks up. A gasp escapes her lips as she instinctively brings her arms up in defense, the glow directly in front of her body getting brighter, stronger. But as she is hit with the pure force, she knows she’s no match for it. Her knees draw up as she cries out, her body slammed with the potent force. She is thrown back, the glow along her form flickering.. .and then fading. She hits the water with a loud splash, amongst the chaos already there at the docks. She is out cold, and her body begins to sink into the darkness.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/3279093-9797655896-black.jpg) </div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Sinestro.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Name: </strong>Black Manta, Sinestro<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong> Metropolis <br/>  <strong>Tagging: </strong> Superman, open!<br/></span></span><hr/>The attacks from the Manta Sub continue as Black Manta stands atop it’s hull,  coordinating the attack. He grins widely under his helmet, reveling in the chaos he has wrought upon this city. A sensor beeps inside of his helmet, and he looks over his shoulder. Ships are approaching from the open waters, large ships. As he makes that determination, his sub is under fire from a salvo originating from a cruiser that was approaching. Black Manta disappears into the hatch he stands in front of, and it closes and seals as his sub slowly submerges. He isn’t running.. he’s just moving to get a more tactical position.<br/><br/>The blades Sinestro had created didn’t do a lot of damage.. but he didn’t expect this to be easy. Already this ‘Superman’ has a reputation, one of unmatched invulnerability. The blades flicker from sight as Superman makes his declaration. Sinestro glances down as he listens, and then he looks back towards Superman as he thrusts his ring hand out in front of him. His yellow ring glows brightly, and as Superman rises into the air, his body is surrounded by a yellow globe. Kal unleashes his sonic attack, but Sinestro does not flinch, he doesn’t look away from Superman as he scowls. He speaks now, though no sound escapes from the bubble. Yeah he’s talking to himself.<br/><br/>“Idiot. Announcing what you intend to do? You might be powerful.. but you aren’t experienced.”<br/><br/>He draws his ring hand back as Superman starts to slow (presumably) the clapping, and a beam of yellow energy shoots forward from the globe as he stands on air. It zooms towards Superman, intending to envelope and hold him.  “Your body might be strong, but not stronger than my will, weakling!”  He calls out, though Superman or anyone else still wouldn’t be able to hear him. Since his bubble is soundproof and all.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/1399523-pan03toyman.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Name: </strong>Toyman and his Army<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong> Metropolis <br/>  <strong>Tagging: </strong> Hawkman <br/></span></span><hr/>Hawkman plows through the mechanical beings like a man possessed. They might be numerous, but they aren’t terribly sturdy. Especially the smaller foot soldier types that Hawkman engages with. The Toyman emerges around a corner near Hawkman, watching in awe as the warrior works.  “Ohhhh he’s breaking all my stuff! Stop him!”   As one, all of the Toyman’s creations turn in the general direction Hawkman is in.. and they start to march towards him. Some of the larger ones emerge from around buildings and begin to open fire on Hawkman, not caring about how many innocent people are caught in the crossfire.<br/><br/>And as the machines begin to focus upon a singular hero..  some of the smaller soldiers begin to come under attack from deep within the city. Large green and brown cargo trucks fitted with .50 caliber machine gun plows through some of the army, destroying any of the machines that come into it’s range. The National Guard was able to deploy 4 such trucks, and they engage the Toyman’s minions, along with Hawkman. But they keep their lines of fire away from Hawkman, not wanting to hit him accidentally. Despite the prejudices against metahumans, these National Guard men and woman recognize an ally when they see one.<br/>