Starlight let out a cry. It was one of humanity's instinctive reactions when facing danger. After all, Homelander's Heat Vision was his signature ability. He often showed it off on television, slicing open car doors to rescue pets trapped inside.
But they were in the air now. If the helicopter got damaged, wouldn't they fall to their deaths? Why was Homelander attacking them?
In that instant, countless thoughts ran through the girl's mind. Her head was a mess of Chaos, as though her entire worldview had been shattered.
What she didn't know was that using ray beams in front of a Jedi Master was like dancing on a little monster's grave outside Ultraman's house—pure wishful thinking.
Just as the two crimson beams were about to strike the helicopter, a golden light extended from the man in the co-pilot's seat. The light seemed alive, wriggling out through a nearby window and positioning itself in front of the helicopter.
"Bzz! Bzz!"
Two strange buzzing sounds rang out. The two Red Rays struck the intercepting Golden Light and rebounded. Homelander had been posing in the distant sky with his hands on his hips, never expecting Heat Vision to be reflected. He froze for a moment. He had never seen anything like it.
But the rebounding beams did not freeze. In the blink of an eye, they hit him squarely in the crotch.
"Aaaagh!"
A scream echoed through the sky. The blue-clad man draped in Stars and Stripes clutched his crotch and fell trailing black smoke, vanishing into the forest below.
Su Ming withdrew the Godslayer Lightsaber and shut the little round window beside his seat. He looked down through the glass, then patted the gorilla in his arms on the head.
"This time, this time it's Black Hawk Down."
Faced with Deathstroke's cold