There was something fun about the swamp: it was full of every kind of bug, especially mosquitoes. While the sheriff and Man-Thing recounted what had happened, Deathstroke had Strangle imitate an electric mosquito swatter and smack mosquitoes for fun.
One swing brought down a dense handful, like grabbing a fistful of sesame seeds. It was incredibly satisfying.
Beside him, Leonid grimaced as he watched Master catch mosquitoes, as though his own body were itching.
Didn't he know that even mosquito legs were meat? Strangle was already so powerful, yet it didn't mind.
Sure enough, he had been too soft on Leo before out of consideration for Nikolai, and hadn't put him through enough training.
A true Mage should remain perfectly calm even with a mosquito sucking blood from his eyeball, then use his own eyeball to play marbles with it.
A few minutes later, the sheriff finished speaking with Man-Thing. Just as expected, even without Deathstroke saying anything, Datri asked Man-Thing to help guard the entrance to some Reality Hub.
The town's residents could not suffer another attack from these monsters, not even from warlocks. The sheriff still had to deal with the bodies afterward, and just thinking about notifying so many families to identify their loved ones made him miserable.
Man-Thing agreed to his friend's request. After all, he only had a few friends.
Forget searching underwater for a moving Mystic Side passage—even if John Datri wanted to have a child with Ted's wife, Ted would agree. That was how solid their friendship was.
Having gotten his way, Deathstroke hypocritically asked, "Ted, would it be too hard on you if you had to guard the passage for ten days or half a month?"
"No. This is to protect others," Man-Thing answered decisively.
"Then I'm relieved to hear that. How