>>5522564“Stop here, for a moment.” you say, everyone turning to you curiously. “You said the light of a yellow sun, right?”
“Yes, that is the source of my power.” Superman says, raising a brow at you. “What are you planning?”
“I can emit a limited form of a star's light, with a technique called Hamon.” you tell him, then turn to Lobo. “It also has healing properties, allowing me to eject poisons from my own body on at least one occasion. So, in theory I should be able to help you both.
“What do we do?” Superman asks, you turning from him to J'onn and your son.
“But this will take some time to get the breathing right. I need you two to guard us, and ensure no one stops me.”
“Of course.” the Martian says, nodding solemnly.
“I won't let anyone stop you.” Chilli says, swinging his staff's scythe blade down into the ground. Crystals begin spreading from the point of impact, your son shaping them into a dome up and over you and the two escapees, sealing you away.
“Alright, let me focus.” you say, powering back down to your base form as you take a slow, deep breath in. Followed with an even slower exhale, readying your body. You may be a bit out of practice, but you're sure you've got this. It's ti-!
“Hay, how long is this gonna take?” Lobo asks, suddenly breaking your concentration.
“Let him focus.” Superman says, you ignoring them both as you re-focus. Once more you take another deep breath in, sighing out once more as you center yourself. Then as you take your third breath in, you feel it.
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/9CmmNHMn9eM“HAMON!” you shout, reaching out and grabbing Superman by the head with both hands. You channel the energy of your breathing into him, the man's eyes widening with surprise as he no doubt feels it. As you finish breathing out you then take another Hamon breath in, then exhale once more and send more of this energy into him. Then you let him go, Superman dropping to a knee and holding his head as you turn to Lobo.
“Heya pal, hold on. Is that shit really sa-?”
“Haaaaaa!” you exhale, grabbing him by the head and channeling your Hamon energy into him as well.
“GAAAAH! FRAG!!” Lobo shouts, slamming his fists down onto your elbows, loosening your grip and stumbling back away from you. He stumbles back into the crystal wall, light green smoke pouring from his lungs as he coughs violently. “Dammit, that shit hurt ya bastich! GAAAH!”
His words devolve into a coughing fit once more, but while he seems in pain, the man called Superman seems to be fine. More than fine, as his strength begins surging.
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