GK Walker is already getting tired and sore. His sensitive stomach is already roiling from the carnage around, including even what he's had to do to these monsters just to delay them enough to survive. He's not a Lantern; he's not even working with them like Zoe. He's not even a proper superhero.
GK doesn't know what to do.
But that guy? That little perfect stranger who was probably cute-but-not-his-type in life? That guy's got a sword. GK knows about swords.
He intercepts him before he can get to anyone else, an ichor-stained blade in one hand and the sheath part of the stick in the other.
(fear)
(compassion)
(will)
"Why don't I pick on somebody more my own speed?" he says faux-cheerfully, standing in Din's way on the defensive.
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