[i][b]Sullivan County, Northeastern Tennessee
June, 1938[/b][/i]

"I can deal with the dog man, stretch! Make sure none of those bastards have explosives!" yelled out Torch.

But then the flames erupted and J'onn snapped back his arm in panic, some of it catching in the green as it came back. He swallowed back anything more than one quick yelp. [s]It wasn't like screaming had ever helped him before.[/s] Then looked at his arm, biting firmer to maintain his semblance of a composure. He was only fortunate in that no one was looking as he examined the bubbling forearm, pulsing and shifting painfully between the red suit and the green of his normal skin.

No way he could trust the arm in the fight right now! If he had to, he could force himself to use it, but it couldn't be relied on and certainly not for swinging. But there was still a lot of, most likely Germans he'd need to handle in the woods. Seems he'd just need to get creative. Wincing, he placed the arm against his chest, then made himself a makeshift cast disguised as simply a bulky part of his uniform. Then he felt for where the minds in the forest were, then jumped out and stretched out his legs, transforming his feet into hands in order to grasp onto the taller trees. Then with a [i]boing[/i], he snapped back to his feet like a rubber band, dodging any bullets sent his way as he did so. Then once he was up there, he stretched his left arm down to the German guy right underneath then sought to grab his gun, disarm him, then use him like a wrecking ball to knock down over nearby soldiers.