[color=6ecff6]"Keep your hands off me, Pretty Boy, or I'm going to rip your arms off and beat you to death with 'em."[/color] Isaac threatened in a guttural voice. The only reason Sentinel hadn't snapped that idiot's neck was because of the pheromones he secreted thanks to the genes he received from his mother. [color=6ecff6]"Go back to masturbating to your own reflection."[/color] Who did that guy think he was, anyway? Like he could spar with a Kryptonian and live to tell the tale. Unless he was talking in innuendos again, like the little phallic-obsessed freak he is. Stupid pheromones. Sentinel isn't even gay. At least he'd be fighting soon and he could get his mind off his earlier incident. Sentinel turned as he heard Evan's name called by Miss Wilson. Their fearless leader chided Wonder Boy for his lack of clothing and decency. The last week seemed to have itself on repeat, with the same conversations seeming to happen over and over. Most of those conversations didn't involve Sentinel; not that being ignored bothered Isaac. He hated people. He hated talking. He hated the world. There were very few things in the world that Isaac Grant didn't despise.

One of those things was flying.

When the team entered the T-Wing, Sentinel made sure to find a seat next to a window, where he'd be alone. Alone with the blue sky and the clouds. He looked out the window and watched as they began to rise into the air. The T-Wing flew out of the hangar, and soon the magnificent ocean appeared below them as they rushed towards San Francisco. Isaac made sure to keep his face emotionless and cold. He didn't want anyone to know he could feel joy. That he had a weakness. He tried to play it off that he was starring out the window because he despised to look at the faces of his teammates. Maybe it worked, maybe it didn't. Sentinel didn't care. What they thought of him didn't matter. They...They were just people. The closest things he had to friends and family were still just people. And people didn't care. That's what life had always taught Isaac.

No one cares.

Sentinel turned away from the water as he felt the slight shift in the plane's flight trajectory. Rose had activated the auto-pilot, he'd wager. Isaac turned and watched as Ravager exited the cockpit and stood in the isle to brief them. When the hologram of Lobo appeared and Rose began to describe the mission objective and parameters, Sentinel's eyes locked with the alien's. He looked so real. Just like how Superman described him. A scowl formed on Sentinel's face as he looked at that ugly beast. Rose had said he was suppose to be strong. But he didn't look very strong. He looked like everyone else: Weak. Flawed. Maybe Lobo wouldn't be the one. Sentinel's scowl turned into a snarl. Of course Lobo wasn't the one. That'd be too easy! No, the universe has to make everything difficult. The universe has to draw everything out and make Sentinel suffer even longer. Fine, whatever. It didn't matter. Time wasn't of the essence. The only thing Sentinel had was time.

At least Lobo would make a decent punching bag.

When the hologram dispersed Sentinel turned back to the window. San Francisco appeared below them. They would be to Chinatown soon, it seemed. Isaac wouldn't have much longer to enjoy the peace of the air. If only he could fly on his own, like he was suppose to, this wouldn't be a problem. He'd have all the time in the world to enjoy the sky. He could fly as high and as far as he wanted. But for now he was trapped here. On the ground.

When the T-Wing began to slow down and descend, Sentinel released his restraints and stood. He marched toward the exit ramp, right behind Rose. She shouted their battle cry, and explained the plan of engagement. Sentinel wondered for a brief moment what Rose would be doing during this fight. That thought left Isaac's mind quickly when he locked his sights on Lobo. Finally, something he could hit! A small smile crept onto his otherwise angry face as his feet touched the floor.[color=6ecff6] "Accelerate! Aim for the backs of his knees; hit him hard and hit him fast. Sandstorm, try to blind him! Microbat, disarm him and keep the civilians safe."[/color] Sentinel yelled out before he looked towards Lobo.

[color=6ecff6]"LOBO!"[/color]

The bounty hunter turned, his attention on the child who called his name.

[color=6ecff6]"Look into my eyes. Their the last thing you'll ever see! DIE!"[/color] Sentinel shot forward at the speed of a bullet, firing off his heat vision full bore at the intergalactic bounty hunter. Nanoseconds after the beams connected, Sentinel slammed into Lobo and unleashed a torrent of punches to his face and chest. He let loose a bestial scream as he pounded on Lobo with the same force he used to make Superman bleed. Hopefully, Isaac's team stayed out of his way. Bloodlust consumed the Kryptonian, and there was little he could do to stop himself at that moment.