by Daniel Uriel » Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:22 am
The group didn't have a chance to start in on the guy, though. With the creak of bending metal, a barstool behind him deformed the bars glowing red-hot as they twisted and wrapped around the man. "I think you were saying something about your betters, monkey-man," the young man scoffed from where he sat at the bar, a gold-glowing hand outstretched toward the man standing between Tink and Cal. The metal bars of the stool continued to wrap tightly around him, burning his clothes and searing his flesh.
Current powers: Total Flaming Badass. Sometimes.