Draconian wings enveloped by the red light of rage beat up and down rhythmically as Krios flew through the vacuum of space. He didn't exactly need to flap them anymore now that he could easily fly without them, but doing so reminded him of his old life.... and thus filled him with anger to further fuel himself. Besides, it was fun, and he looked rather intimidating while flapping them being a red lantern and all. 

In the distance, he could see a yellow dot surrounded by at least twelve other red dots. Had others of the Red Lanterns been on the area? Was that yellow light in the distance that living heap of metal known as Shrapnel? It wouldn't be good if it was and his allies were attacking him. Krios quickened his flight, noticing the true features of the red dots. Those weren't any allies of his, those were Manhunters! 

"No man escapes my wrath!" Krios shouted as he sent a blast of red energy towards an attacking Manhunter to catch their attention. The Manhunter he had shot at was still intact, being made of resilient metal. It dashed towards Krios, attempting to punch him in the face, but was abruptly met with a stream of napalm to the face.