<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 22, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Laboratory<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Using Sanctuary Tech To Diagnose K Exposure<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Artemis<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In short order, Zod and Artemis appeared within the laboratory facilities of the Secret Sanctuary. It took Zod a second to reorient himself - the sudden shift was jarring for him. There was a complete shift in sensory input. Acclimating to the abrupt change was no true hardship. At least, in a situation such as this. In combat it might prove to be more of a challenge. Zod would only know when he faced such a challenge how he would face it.<br/><br/>But he had every confidence that he would succeed.<br/><br/><strong>"The Ace android was powered by a fragment of green Kryptonite."</strong>Zod told Artemis as he approached a medical scanner.<strong>"But the exposure was tolerable - I was subjected to worse when I fought the Justice League and in Blackgate. If you stay with the team, ask the Bat for a Kryptonite arrow. Your father had several . . . before I destroyed them."</strong>The hulking Kryptonian related while the medical scanner bathed his mighty armoured body in rays. A nearby screen displayed the Kryptonite exposure as a green overlay on a representation of Zod's body. The trouble areas where his face, neck, and the hand he had used to crush the fragment of green K. Green lines spread down from his neck to his collar bone, and up from his hand and wrist into his forearm. Zod regarded the screen dispassionately even as pain and nausea fought to be acknowledged and to affect the son of Zod.<br/><br/><strong>"This is trivial. It will resolve itself in time - faster with yellow solar exposure."</strong>Zod spoke without any particular concern.<strong>"I wish to see your face without your mask."</strong>The large male said, turning his head to face the blonde female. It was not a command, but neither was it was a request. It was phrased as a statement, which was the closest he would allow himself to come to the latter.