Black sludge flowed from between Deathstroke's fingers, wrapping around the messenger's head like syrup. Then came a brief burst of noise, like a blender juicing fruit.
"Eek."
Strangle indicated that an Old God's head was indeed quite tough, but also pleasantly chewy. It liked it.
Only then did the headless corpse collapse, blood spraying from its neck. Once that blood left Cloak's protection, it quickly turned into tiny red ice beads in space. Under the distant sunlight, they looked rather beautiful, like garnets.
Su Ming suddenly wondered what would have happened if Martha's necklace had been garnets rather than pearls back then.
His mind ran too fast, often wandering off on its own. He shook his head to dispel that meaningless thought and spread his hands toward Donna.
"You saw it too. I always wanted to let him live, but he didn't want to live himself. Apparently, killing the son he had with some even-toed ungulate really made him hate me. If you see Cassie later, help me apologize."
Donna looked at the headless corpse and reeled in her lasso circle by circle, her eyes shifting as she thought.
"I'll tell the child that Hermes died at the hands of The Last 52 Legion, and that you avenged him by dismembering the murderer. So his death won't cause you any trouble."
Well, the one who had died was an Olympus god, and she did not like Olympus anyway.
"Ah, that's more like it." Bobo on Deathstroke's shoulder jumped onto Donna's shoulder and pressed his cheek against hers. "Little Dai cares too much about truth. You're more flexible. All right, since the Symbiotes ate another brain, do we have a map now?"
The latter half was directed at Deathstroke. Little Lucky Ape knew Strangle's signature ability. Of course, he did not