“Alex, I’m at the crash site and I’m not picking up anything special in any of the spectrums that I can see in.” She put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh that lifted her bangs.
Alex’s voice came over the comm in Supergirl’s ear. “If we’re lucky it’s just another random meteor, but I don’t think National City has ever had a meteor land near it that wasn’t something ominous.”
“That’s the understatement of the year,” Kara laughed. “I’ll move in for a closer look.”
The crater itself was mostly empty except for a large red puddle that Kara suddenly found herself hoping wasn’t someone that the meteor had landed on. She dismissed that thought when she saw the small lines of silver crisscrossing the puddle. Without anything coming through on her vision checks, Kara tried her other senses. Her ears soon picked up a news broadcast that seemed to get amplifed by the proximity to the crash site. The sound of a weather anchor that Kara knew well enough professionally to recognize by his voice came to her attention. No sooner did she recognize his voice than the puddle began to shift.
Almost faster than she could see, the puddle took the form of the weatherman.
“I have an ominous feeling that you’re not really Weatherman Phil of National City News.”
An odd staff of alternating red and silver formed between his hands.
“I seek the Green Lantern of Sector 2841. No man escapes the Manhunters.”
Kara suddenly remembers something from her childhood. She’s heard of the Green Lanterns but hadn’t heard anything about them since before she left Krypton.
“There are no Green Lanterns on Earth that I know of.” She waved, “Sorry to waste your time. I guess you can go now.”
“You cannot hide him from me.” He twisted and aimed the tip of the staff in her direction. “No man escapes the Manhunters.”
“I heard you the first time,” she put her hands in front of her hoping to still any of his aggression. “We don’t need to fight. I can probably help you.”
A beam of red and black fired from the staff’s tip and would have struck Kara if she hadn’t moved aside at the last second. Continuing her movement, she sped at the thing calling itself a Manhunter and slammed him back into the crater.
He was up as quickly as he went down, spinning the staff and hitting Supergirl in the waist. She was tossed into the air where she caught herself and hovered above him.
“You cannot stop me. No man can escape the Manhunters.”
With hits like those, she figured he could take a concentrated blast of her heat vision. He managed to catch it on his staff, but it was only the distraction. As Kara continued to fire with her eyes, she also flew at the Manhunter at incredible speed, driving both of her fists into his chin and toward the ground.
The Manhunter created a new crater and didn’t rise nearly as quickly as he had the first time.
“I’m not a man and I’m not looking to escape. You’re coming with me.”
She reached down to grab him by his collar but his body went liquid again and he flowed over her and behind her, bringing his staff up to choke Supergirl while driving his foot into the back of her knee. She fell to the ground gasping as she fought for breath. It was rare for her to meet someone who was strong enough to choke her.
She spun as quickly as she could. A brief cyclone was kicked up in the dirt and the Manhunter was thrown away. Kara didn’t slow her assault, rushing at him and trading blows with superhuman speeds. For every blow she managed to land, so did the Manhunter. Unfortunately, the Manhunter didn’t seem to be tiring or slowing, whereas she worried that she would. Whatever he was, it wasn’t organic. He was some sort of machine.
When one blow managed to put some space between them, Kara noticed his eyes flash green before his body went rigid.
“Target located.” He launched into the air and began flying east at supersonic speeds.
“Oh no you don’t,” Kara shot into the air after him.
She lost him outside of the Great Plains.
“Alex,” she spoke into her comms. “We need to find out who this planet’s Green Lantern is ASAP.”
“What’s a Green Lantern?” Alex asked.
“I’m not sure, but they’re in for a rude visitor.”