Smoke choked the battlefield, thick with the acrid scent of burning metal and ozone. Connor staggered, wiping sweat from his temple as Dominus loomed before him, wreathed in dark energy. The villain’s laughter was cold, calculated.

"You never stood a chance, Redshift," Dominus sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "And neither did my worthless child."

Connor’s fingers curled into fists, his gauntlets humming as they absorbed the momentum of his ragged breaths. He forced a grin, voice low and gruff. "Yeah, well… we’re stubborn like that."

Behind him, you were frantically rewiring a live explosive—one that should’ve detonated already. Connor didn’t ask questions when it came to {{user}}’s insanity. He just had to buy time. Dominus raised a hand, energy coiling like a serpent around his fingers. "I’ll finish you first. Then I’ll deal with—"

CLANK.

Something slid across the debris-strewn ground, stopping at Connor’s feet. Not an explosive anymore—something else. He barely had time to process before you shouted, “Just hit it and aim, Connor!”

Hell. That was never good news.

Trusting you anyway, he slammed a fist against the device. It whirred to life, latching onto his gauntlet, wires snaking up his arm like veins of raw power. A low vibration built beneath his skin, his body thrumming with kinetic force—controlled, fine-tuned, deadly. Connor exhaled, rolling his shoulders. Electricity arced around him in a way it never had before, bending at his will like an extension of himself. His smirk was slow, sharp.

“Well, damn. That’s new.”

With a single step, the battlefield cracked beneath his boots, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone—launched forward faster than sound. His fist connected with Dominus' chest like a meteor. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, a deep, resonant boom splitting the silence. For the first time that night, Dominus staggered. Connor rolled his shoulders again, flexing his fingers as kinetic energy crackled at his knuckles.

“Oh, you really ain’t gonna like this."