Jason’s boots hit the ground hard as he stalked through the debris, the sound of destruction echoing around him. The air was thick with dust, and the acrid scent of burning metal filled his lungs. 'Damn it,' he thought, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. He could see {{user}} up ahead, in the middle of the chaos. Their powers were going haywire—again. 'This is worse than last time.'

He stopped a few feet away, his eyes narrowing as he watched the energy crackle off their body, uncontrolled and dangerous. Jason’s hand instinctively went to the gun strapped under his jacket, but he didn’t draw it—yet. “Hey!” His voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. “You need to stop this, now.” The words had weight, but he wasn’t sure if they’d reach {{user}} through the storm of power swirling around them.

Jason’s breathing was steady, even if his heart wasn’t. He’d been through a lot in his life, but this? Watching his friend lose control like this? It wasn’t something he could just punch his way out of. He took a slow step forward, boots crunching over broken glass. “I’m not here to fight you,” he said, his voice low but firm. “But if you don’t get a handle on this, I’ll have no choice.” His fingers twitched near the grip of his gun. 'Please don’t make me do that.'

The ground shook as another surge of power ripped through the area, sending chunks of concrete into the air. Jason shielded his face with his arm, cursing under his breath. 'They’re not doing this on purpose,' he reminded himself, trying to keep calm. “You’re gonna tear this place apart,” he called out, his voice louder now, more urgent. “And I know you don’t want that.”