Smack! A left hook. Smack! A right front kick. Then he leaped into the air and unleashed a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree sweep of Heat Vision. Little Superman slaughtered his way through the Lizardfolk colony.
The Lizardfolk were actually a byproduct of Kaecilius's years of biological experiments at the Antarctic Sanctum Sanctorum. Human genomes had been mixed with traces of ancient lizard genes.
Aside from their terrifying reproductive capabilities and appetites, as well as the scales on their skin that slightly boosted their defenses, they were roughly on par with humans in every regard. They were only a little stronger.
Originally, these things should not have been deployed on the battlefield. After all, if the people they ate were used to cultivate zombies, they could surely evolve into Special Infected. Even if only one Special Infected emerged from every ten thousand people, it would still be worthwhile.
But Deathstroke had picked the Lizardfolk project out of the laboratory trash heap, originally intending to use it for fun by pretending they were alien lifeforms.
On many Earths, there were rumors that Lizardfolk had infiltrated the upper ranks of human governments. Claims that humanity had already been secretly enslaved, that the President of the United States was actually a Lizardfolk, and similar topics were very popular online.
The mischievous Su Ming had planned to make use of that joke. What if he got a chance to pull it on Steve or Nick Fury someday?
However, that plan had gone unused. Instead, in today's Holy Grail War, the Lizardfolk had been assigned to the A'Sans as their intimate companions and comrades.
Judging by the results, these immature Biological Weapons worked fairly well. They could use firearms and possessed an innate aptitude for weaponry; they could even operate tanks and fighter jets.
Perhaps that was an Orc