Though he had considered shouting something like "Sword, come!" and then using the Lightsaber to perform some heaven-cleaving move, which might have looked amusing.
None of his teammates understood those references, except Strangle. It would not have been much fun otherwise.
Besides, Su Ming's style leaned more toward practicality. Whether he shouted a slogan or not, he could accomplish the same thing, so why make a sound to warn the enemy?
Thus, when he swung this sword, it was utterly silent. Other than the Black Sun wreathed in a ghastly pale corona appearing behind him, there were no other anomalies.
The Lightsaber seemed to understand his intent as well. Even the sound of wind was erased from this strike as it steadily swept across the pitch-black sky, leaving behind a golden scar.
It was like cutting open a football and exposing the inner bladder beneath its surface. Under some kind of pressure, the slit was forced wider and wider, revealing an even deeper shade of darkness beyond it.
That was the void, a place of Infinite Possibility, yet containing nothing.
"Push it out."
Su Ming put more strength into his hand, widening the wound a little further as he ordered Little Superman to shove the black sphere into the void.
Superboy-Prime's reaction speed was enough to coordinate tactically with any speedster. Besides, he was quite intelligent to begin with; he simply had no desire to put those gifts to proper use.
Using the enormous baseball glove conjured by his Power Ring, he held up the black sphere and moved it toward the tear in space.
It was a little tight, but it should, perhaps, maybe fit through.
Little Superman had always favored brute force over finesse. Could not shove something through? His first instinct was to ram it in. If