"Crack."
With a crisp snap, the wooden shield withered away as well. Without the energy of their avatar sustaining them, they were nothing more than ordinary wood, completely unable to withstand the corrosion of Red Lantern energy.
In other words, the walnut had been crushed by a cat.
As the wooden sphere blocking the view shattered and fell away, moonlight illuminated Deathstroke's armor once more, coating it in a layer of blood-red. The golden scissors were transforming back into a curved blade.
Plant Master's head was clutched in Su Ming's hand, already devoid of life. Even the flowers serving as his eyes had begun to wilt.
Where others had eyes, Plant Master had two wild chrysanthemums. They were his organs for visual perception, making him the first person in the Omniverse to see the world through chrysanthemums.
At least that was better than Swamp Thing. Swamp Thing's eyes were two red points beneath something like a tangled patch of water weeds. Nothing could have been more perfunctory than that.
The tree man's body lay before Deathstroke. Having lost the support of its wooden shell, it plummeted downward. A gust of wind swept through the high sky, and it began to collapse, turning into multicolored petals that drifted away on the wind.
Plant Master was dead. Trapped in such a confined space against Deathstroke, whose strength and martial skills far surpassed his own and who also had Symbiotes, he had had no chance of survival.
He had screamed and resisted, but he had not lasted even two seconds. His body had been struck by the Photon Shattering Fist, and his head had been snipped off by the giant scissors.
"Still solid wood."
Watching the petals scatter, Su Ming tossed the head in his hand as if playing with it and spoke