"Gnnh!" Kon cries, as he drops to his knees, suddenly weak. "Crap!"

Red sunlight. And not enough ambient yellow sunlight on the ship to recharge even when it stops.

"Slobo! Red sunlight. You're gonna have to handle most of the fraggin' now."

The gun turrets turn to aim for him.

This should be the part where he looks scared, but it isn't. Yeah, so he's powerless. He knew that might happen. It's happened before.

He's also taken a page out of Batman's book. He's prepared.

He flexes his wrist and the gauntlet there starts to warp and change until a large gold shield with an S appears, deflecting the fire.

"Yeah, the super has to be useless without his powers, right? If you think that, you've got another think comin', pal."

Because this is what they're dealing with:



He dodges out of the way, at an angle where any shots that miss him won't hit the people behind him and slams one of the chompers with his shield and uses the sharp edge of it to cut it off at the base. Then he throws it so it slices through two gun turrets before it comes back sailing back to him.

Guardian's training apparently hadn't been for naught.

"Still got it."