He fled, she chased; even with wings, he could not escape.
Although Hermes had made an emergency change of direction the moment he noticed Donna leap at him, nearly flattening himself parallel to the ground just to make the turn and evade Tigress's pounce—
Donna, suspended in midair, flung the lasso in her hand at the instant the Speed Force lightning wrapped around her was about to fade.
As her signature skill, Donna's mastery of the lasso was exceptional. No Cowboy could compare to her and her sisters. Having leaped from Wally's shoulder and closed nearly twenty meters, leaving barely twenty meters between herself and the target, there was no way her throw could miss.
After all, it had been forged from Titan Gaea's waistband. It was a divine artifact, and even possessed a bit of automatic tracking ability.
In the past, enemies had often grabbed the lasso and turned things into a tug-of-war, but Donna's lasso had never missed.
The golden rope darted out like a living snake, wrapping around Hermes's ankle with a whoosh, and then she gave it a hard yank.
"Boom!!!"
The two collided and became a tangled rolling mess, smashing a huge crater into the grassland.
Wally braked sharply and arrived beside the crater, peering down to see Donna sitting on her prey's back and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"How are you? Oh, I'll help."
He jumped into the crater and hurriedly helped her restrain the struggling captive. Only after the lasso bound the enemy's hands and feet like a piglet did Wally have time to ask about Donna's injuries.
The Flash had always been like this—his hands moved much faster than his mouth.
The female warrior, patting dust from her head, rose to her feet. After checking herself, she lightly kicked Hermes