Sinestro calmly walked towards the snipers, although he could have just as easily ran at them yelling, considering what firing high caliber rifles in close proximity to each other must be doing to their ears.  Almost casually, he grabbed the first sniper in line by the wrist and pressed him against the floor, his fist giving the sniper's neck enough pressure to make him pass out in seconds.  The Prince picked up the Sniper's gun and swung it like a golf club at the next sniper's head, knocking him senseless with a reassuring<em>thwack!</em><br/><br/>As if all in one motion, Sinestro grabbed the gun of the sniper he'd just beat senseless and pointed it at the next poor butcher in line, pulling the trigger with no hesitation.  Perhaps in Gotham city it would have been murder, but here, on the battlefield, it was war.