Besides, the way this guy moved was strange.
He could reach near-light speed in a vacuum, matching Shane in his normal state, but he could not change direction as freely or nimbly as Shane.
His movements were stiff, as though his entire body had been fitted with rockets that fired up, down, left, right, forward, and backward.
Even though The Old-Timers could make minute adjustments, seemingly coming within a hair of catching Shane every time he chased him,
he actually could not keep up with Shane's utterly free movement.
Still, Shane was having a rough time too.
Fighting this guy did not feel like a desperate battle for survival at all.
It was more like dancing ballet on a tightrope. He could barely scratch The Old-Timers, and he constantly had to guard against sneak attacks from whatever bizarre weapons The Old-Timers suddenly produced.
It was not as though they had not tried other methods.
At Shane's signal, Witch Circe had used Exquisite Beast Transformation on The Old-Timers after he had shrunk to a few hundred meters in size.
For a moment, victory really had seemed within reach. Strange creatures around a hundred meters tall might not have been everywhere in the DC Universe, but finding one was hardly difficult.
Just as The Old-Timers was about to be transformed into some bizarre creature Shane had once seen in the Phantom Zone, and the defensive properties of the strong force were about to vanish entirely from his body, the shameless bastard squeezed some Green Lantern energy out of the remaining half of his untransformed uniform and forcibly pushed the witch's magic back.
Emotional energy, a primordial mystical energy of the universe, was harnessed through technology, yet also happened to share certain characteristics with magic.
And in this contest of sheer quantity, the