Dickson stepped forward, his face dark with frustration. Lightning sparked in his eyes as his fists clenched tight. The air around him hummed, low and angry, every step he took lighting up the cracked road beneath his boots. He'd had enough of watching everyone get tossed around like toys.
"Alright, metal boy," he muttered under his breath, electricity crawling down his arm. "Let's see you eat this."
He kicked off the ground, body shooting forward like a bullet. The charge in his fist glowed bright blue, his entire arm wrapped in crackling light. He let out a rough yell and swung with everything he had.
Bang!
The sound ripped through the air like thunder. The impact shook the ground, but when Dickson's vision cleared, he froze.
The metal man didn't dodge. Didn't even flinch.
He caught the punch.
Right there in his palm.
