That wasn't the most powerful blast he's ever fired off, not even close. As such, it didn't bleed off a whole lot of Damage's power - which is good because Superman looks angry. The blast of heat vision slams into the Titan's chest, sending him sailing across the room, slamming into a console near the far wall.
Picking himself up off the floor, Grant spits at the floor, running his forearm over his lips. "We can handle this, Superman! I don't know why you're interfering, but we don't need your help!" he calls out.
The power aura shimmers around his arms as he rushes forward, aiming a hard right cross at Superman's shoulder, following up with an uppercut to the Kryptonian's chin.
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Date: 2006-11-14 02:11 am (UTC)Picking himself up off the floor, Grant spits at the floor, running his forearm over his lips. "We can handle this, Superman! I don't know why you're interfering, but we don't need your help!" he calls out.
The power aura shimmers around his arms as he rushes forward, aiming a hard right cross at Superman's shoulder, following up with an uppercut to the Kryptonian's chin.