Things were indeed different from how he had anticipated. When he had first arrived on earth with his ridiculous mission, he had assumed he would get right to work and complete his task without having to concern himself with humans much at all. He had thought he would not need to assist them in any way, nor would he have to interact with them.

That had been a little misguided.

In fact, it seemed the exact opposite had happened. He had all but forgotten about his original mission and was instead constantly helping humans with their silly needs, saving them from themselves on a daily basis. More than that, he had actually gotten to know some of them. It had started out small, with him only passingly greeting them before sending them on their way, but eventually it got to a point where he would continue to meet the same humans again and again. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere along the lines he had made… friends. Human friends. Sure, they mostly all had powers or weren’t actually from earth, but still. It was far more than he had thought possible when he first arrived. But the most jarring thing was probably that his mind frame was changing, too. Things he had considered needed and the right thing to do, he suddenly started seeing fault with. Old ways that he had given up were starting to prove their merit again. He was starting to think he had been wrong about a lot of things. But he… he didn’t like thinking that way. He didn’t like guilt.

Sighing to himself, the Green Lantern frowned, trying to make some kind of sense of his current situation and how all the changes had managed to come about. There was really only one thing he managed to take away from his long, hard think, however:

He shouldn’t be lost in thought in the middle of a fight.

The yellow lantern he was currently battling roared in frustration, missing one arm but still willing to swing wildly with the other three. He was a large fellow with a head shaped something like earth’s vampire bat, save for long, misshapen spikes poking out down his head and over his shoulders. Four arms and a long tail made it built for dealing out damage, which was what had earned it a spot in the Sinestro Corps in the first place. However, it didn’t seem pleased to be meeting the team’s namesake. Actually, he was rather interested in ripping his head from his shoulders.

Sinestro wasn’t surprised- he knew the yellow lanterns were in the midst of a regime change. Whoever managed to kill him would become the new leader of the corps. An interesting way to decide who was worthy, he supposed, but a foolish choice in the end. None would keep up with the might of Thaal Sinestro.

Which was his last thought before getting cracked in the jaw and sent spiraling down a street and into a parked car. Shaking his head, he peeled himself from the wreck, rubbing his cheek. Thankfully, his ring had protected him from any damage, but damn that first swing had hurt.

He needed to get his head in the game. Cutting off one arm wasn’t going to be enough.