Hordak was placed in front of the fireplace where Big Cat had been lying not long ago, his hands bound by a pair of magical handcuffs. He was still unconscious.
The handcuffs were actually pink and furry. Every time Big Cat breathed, the soft fur swayed back and forth, crackling with faint electricity. Su Ming could not help glancing at the Good Witch. The old lady certainly knew how to have fun.
"Ahem, we caught Hordak. That was unexpected." A suspicious flush crossed the Good Witch's round old face. She coughed and avoided Deathstroke's strange gaze. "So what do we do next? Lock him up?"
She was a good old lady. As a kind witch representing justice, she absolutely would not kill.
No matter how wicked the enemy was, how many innocent people he had killed, or how many monstrous deeds he had committed, she would choose to forgive him.
"It's useless. Whether we lock him up or kill him outright, the Horde will send a new governor." Luthor had wandered back on his own, leaving the Legion of Doom outside to clean up. "I think Deathstroke's plan is probably similar to mine: negotiate with this fellow. That's far better than replacing him with an entirely unfamiliar enemy."
Luthor had noticed long ago that Deathstroke knew every universe they passed through like the back of his hand. As long as he could name someone, he definitely knew something about them.
A true Mercenary only killed when there was profit in it. This monster with no scalp, its white skull exposed to the air, was clearly more useful to Deathstroke alive.
Why did he say that? Because the bald Luthor had noticed the moment he entered that Princess She-Ra's gaze toward the captive on the floor was complicated. It was a