Tarsol, covered in yellow scales, tightened his grip on his axe. His hands trembled slightly. Perhaps it was because his previous strikes had all been dodged by the human before him, leaving him without the confidence to swing his weapon again.
He stood in front of Starfire, watching the two enemies warily as sweat kept sliding down from the Red Goggles over his right eye. This race had prominent brow ridges like little awnings, and their lizard-like faces looked perpetually grim and burdened.
"God-sis, run! I'll hold them off."
It had to be said, this guy was really licking boots with his life. He would rather stay behind himself than let Starfire leave safely.
But Starfire shook her head. Bitterness appeared on her face as she once again prepared for battle.
"We can't get away. There are two enemies and two of us. Even if you tie one of them up, the other will come after me."
"Then we'll fight side by side!" Tarsol took a deep breath. "I've already sent a signal to Angel God-brother. He'll be here soon."
"Oh, he'll be here soon?" To their surprise, the human nodded, having understood their conversation. "I was just wondering where Deathstroke was. If he'll be here soon, that means he isn't here yet, right? Thanks!"
While Su Ming had been destroying the signal transmitter in Cyborg's brain, Strangle had naturally eaten a little of his brain as well, gaining all of Tarsol's information and the language he used.
This yellow-skinned lizard had thought that speaking to Starfire in alien slang would keep the human from understanding, never imagining that Deathstroke had come prepared.
"Big monster, you can handle this yellow one, right?"
Deathstroke, transformed into Master Huang, shifted sideways. While speaking to Carrion Eater, he adjusted his position to the