Orange Lantern constructs teleported in and out of reach from Kav, some attacking him, others focusing on his fellow Corpsmen. The Venan could do nothing but dodge the Orange Lanterns’ assaults, his pacifistic mindset not allowing him to take action. Glowing green splinters floated past Kav’s head. The remnants of a construct. Turning to face the direction of which the splinters were coming from, he saw a yellow-skinned Green Lantern facing off against a giant rock-like Orange Lantern. 

“[i]Nadhol ad Ven[/i]," gasped Kav in Venan, astonished at the sight of the huge living rock that was once known as Blume. He sped towards his teammate, remembering his name as Tharas, not caring to ask if he wanted help or not. Extending his ring-arm, Kav constructed his signature construct, which he preferred to use only in defensive manners. He called it the Hand of God.

The colossal green hand formed a barrier between Tharas and Blume, blocking a beam of orange energy fired from the Orange Lantern’s ring. Gaining the greedy rock’s attention, Kav brought his construct in front of himself, slowly mending the many large cracks that had formed as a result of Blume’s powerful attack.

“Blume of the Orange Lantern Corps!” exclaimed Kav, momentarily forgetting that his opponent was a construct, “Please do not fight back. The quicker you surrender, the easier it will be to take you in painlessly.”

“Your ring… Is MINE! MINE! MINE!” shrieked Blume in return, firing off yet another powerful blast of orange energy. Before Kav knew it, the Hand of God was shattered, and he barely got out of the way in time. The right forearm of his suit had been seared off, and was melding itself back together.

“What a [i]khadhouk[/i]…”