As long as the tactics were right and everyone carrying them out did their part, no battle should have lasted too long.
If a fight had to drag on for days and nights, with both sides trading blows in a dazzling spectacle, that only meant the wrong tactics had been chosen.
Just like now. With Wally providing super-speed through the vehicle, Su Ming had made a single charge and, with Strangle's help, vaporized and devoured Merlin's head. Diana and Donna, attacking from behind, had then chopped the corpse into steak-like chunks just in case he was not dead yet.
How should he put it? That was overkill. They did not seem to realize that anger and worry had driven them to do it, but as long as they were happy, Su Ming helped mince the meat as well.
"Thud, thud, thud."
After a burst of rapid chopping, all that remained was a pile of mixed lean and fatty mince. Both women had blood on their faces, but once they calmed down, victorious smiles appeared on their lips.
Donna kicked the pile of flesh, pulled out the black feather scarf as a trophy, and jumped excitedly.
"We won! Sister, we beat Merlin!"
After all, that name represented the pinnacle of power in the Magic World. Compared to him, Donna was merely a junior, so this victory carried a certain sense of glory.
Still, she knew the greatest credit belonged to Deathstroke's weapon. That strange light had merged with Tenth Metal, and for an instant, she thought she had seen the Black Sun. That was what had truly killed Merlin.
Patting her sister on the back, Diana appeared calmer and steadier. She wiped the blood from her face with the back of her hand and looked to Deathstroke for confirmation. "Slade, did