Shrapnel sighed, impatient for the other Lanterns. He floated off of the solid ground of the planet, out into orbit. He wanted to have a good view, and to be able to bolt if any of them showed up with an army. It would be too easy for an 'accident' to happen, if they had greater numbers. He nervously quivered, anticipating anything.

 [i]"They are taking too long. Innocent lives are being lost by the minute."[/i] 

He said to himself, thinking of paying one of their corps a visit, give them some incentive to hurry up. He quickly destroyed that thought. He would easily be outnumbered.
As he was about to send out a message, Shrapnel stopped himself, seeing a red dot out in the distance of space. The Red Lantern. Shrapnel called out to him.

 [i]"Must you move so slowly? Lives are at stake, namely yours and mine!"[/i] 

As the dot grew larger, Shrapnel noticed something off. Firstly, there were twelve of them, and second, those were most definitely not Red Lanterns. Realizing the storm that was coming for him, Shrapnel quickly constructed a large weapon, a beam projector. He focused it in on the Manhunters, scraping the pure energy across their metal chests. They were momentarily stunned, but otherwise suffered very little damage. 
Soon enough, green bolts were fired back, and most were absorbed by a constructed shield, which didn't last long. As Shrapnel was about to fire back, he took an energy bolt directly to the chest, sending metal shards flying, which luckily snapped back into place before they got too far, reeled in by tentacles of yellow light. Shrapnel, in a flurry of metal and light, sped towards the nearest Manhunter, and enveloped it in his whirlwind of sharp metal and constructed knives. Having lived most of his life in what is essentially a dumpster, his constructs were rather limited. 
The Manhunter was frozen under the barrage of stabs and slices, but it wasn't long before Shrapnel was shot off, scattering his body momentarily again. "NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS!" Shouted the twelve soldiers of iron, as they prepared to open fire upon the Yellow Lantern. Shrapnel, dazed, created a rather weak shield, the best he could manage. In the back of his mind, he was screaming for the other Lanterns to hurry.