While Deathstroke and Luthor chatted, the lawn mower with flames blasting from its rear had already crashed into the enemy formation. The sharp blades beneath it spun at high speed, instantly shredding several Parademons that failed to dodge. Blood and chunks of flesh were sucked into the garbage storage bin formed from its belly.
"Meow, congratulations to Cyborg on eating people!"
The squint-eyed big cat let out a wickedly amused cry. Its two paws clung to the railing, and it laughed so hard that its tongue lolled out.
Poor Cyborg had ended up like this largely because of Deathstroke's design, but the cat had contributed too, so it was looking forward to this battle.
Because it was fun—more fun than a ball of yarn.
Cats had different toys, but most cats had played with balls in their dreams, so that was the standard of measurement for the collective consciousness known as Dream of a Thousand Cats. If something was more fun than batting a little ball around with their paws, they were willing to play with it for a while.
"Strictly speaking, New Gods aren't people." Deathstroke picked up the big cat, giving it a better view. "So you should say Cyborg has broken his fast."
"Meowah~~~" Mimi gave a thumbs-up with her paw.
Meanwhile, Cyborg, who had accidentally "eaten" several Parademons in the distance, clearly froze in midair for a moment. He had probably realized the price of failing to brake in time.
So he opened the garbage bag and dumped the chunks of corpses out. More miscellaneous debris sprayed from the blade end, and even the motor made a coughing sound.
"Is that vomiting and diarrhea?" Orm narrowed his eyes in disgust.
If it were him, publicly relieving himself would probably mean the end of his life as