Deathstroke had chosen his timing well. Set had just swallowed the second demon, and it had slid halfway down his throat.
Not every First Generation Demon possessed a giant-like body. At least, neither of the two prey the snake god had chosen this time was particularly large.
Perhaps it was because the most concentrated things were the finest, or perhaps he had considered that ambushing smaller targets would be less noticeable. In any case, the prey had become a large lump lodged in the middle of his throat.
It was stuck at just the right spot—he could neither swallow it nor spit it out. When Diana launched her surprise attack, the snake god did not even have time to react.
Bringing Little Dai here was more reliable than bringing Superman. When it came to Magic Resistance and understanding matters of the Mystic Side, she was second to none in the Justice League.
It was just a pity Bobo had not come along. Otherwise, Deathstroke could have brought him too. At the very least, he could have performed some stand-up or played the straight man.
Deathstroke's team composition this time was fairly solid; it was only missing someone who could play the straight man and crack wise. Even Harley and Gwenpool knew a little about that, but the former usually played the straight man by cackling or going crazy, while the latter's snark had the gentle flavor of a little girl.
Neither had Bobo's dark edge.
During that one ten-thousandth of a second Deathstroke spent thinking in midair, Set reacted. Although there was still a lump of food stuck in the middle of his throat, he instinctively tried to turn his head and bite the approaching woman.
Polaris made her contribution at that moment. She always gave her all when carrying