Eventually, hanging with the Outsiders had provided information. Reports of where the Green Lanterns -- etc. GK still thought of them as 'Green Lanterns' even when they accessorized further -- were amassing. Considering the state of the city, GK didn't want to stay sidelined.
He remembered the advice he'd gotten in terms of all his self-defense classes -- although his folks had definitely not shelled out for lessons in order for them to be used this way. But Uncle Jed, in spite of being quite the hippie, had said that when push came to shove, you did whatever you had to to survive.
Well, right now, GK was surviving in the flood of Oblivion. Barely.
And there was vitreous humor on the blade of his swordstick. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if that caused tarnish. But hey. The zombie couldn't very easily rip out a heart he couldn't see.
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