She wishes she could faceplam herself after saying that line before she could stop herself, but her nerves are wearing thin; the poor attempt at humour, she knows, is just a defence mechanism as she tries to fight off panic.
She is so out of her league.
Then one of the other heroes - Aquaman, she thinks, the King of Atlantis - shouts in surprise as a noise nearby announces the appearance of a sixth wooden being - also this one taller even than the Martian.
If turned them to wood, so it's enough to suppose it's like the thing that turned people to glass, but not very like.
"He doesn't look anything like the creature I beat," she whispers to her companions. "Is he..."
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She wishes she could faceplam herself after saying that line before she could stop herself, but her nerves are wearing thin; the poor attempt at humour, she knows, is just a defence mechanism as she tries to fight off panic.
She is so out of her league.
Then one of the other heroes - Aquaman, she thinks, the King of Atlantis - shouts in surprise as a noise nearby announces the appearance of a sixth wooden being - also this one taller even than the Martian.
If turned them to wood, so it's enough to suppose it's like the thing that turned people to glass, but not very like.
"He doesn't look anything like the creature I beat," she whispers to her companions. "Is he..."