Deathstroke had said that there were three of those so-called "mothers" in total. Batwoman had already met two of them.
How should she put it? At least the Giant before her still looked somewhat human, much better than that Child-faced Giant Maggot from before. Although its entire body was covered beneath thick Golden Armor, whether there was a heap of rotten flesh or some other disgusting state beneath that shell remained unknown. Still, what the eye didn't see, the heart didn't grieve over.
Its weapon was likely formed from condensed energy. The purplish-black light was most likely some kind of Negative Energy, and the T-shaped slit in its helmet was probably one of its weak points.
In the Middle Ages, knightly heavy armor had many similar designs. Under normal circumstances, if peasants and conscripts wanted to kill a knight, they had to drag him off his horse, then use blades to stab at the openings in his visor.
But it was now known that the Mothers could not be killed for the time being, at least not before Deathstroke dealt with the issue of death on his end. So although Batwoman had spotted the enemy's weakness, the tactic she planned for now could only be delay.
She had only just arrived on 40K Earth, and Blank's pursuers had already been airdropped in. Did they really possess some sort of sensing ability for her? What was the method?
Scent? Spatial perception? Or were they locking onto traces of her soul?
Batwoman was thinking. There were still too few clues to reach a conclusion, but Barry had obediently gone to fight that giant sword-wielding monster. The Speed Force was so fast that before Batwoman had even finished speaking, he was already beside the enemy and had given it a light shove.
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