In the middle of downtown West City, a mechanical brigand from the Red Ribbon remnants unloads a frantic barrage of ki-laced missiles directly into Zandale’s chest. Bulletproof doesn't even flinch; instead, his armor discs pulse with a rhythmic, amber glow as they drink in the explosions, converting the heat and pressure into raw power.

Adjusting his visor with a smirk, he ignores the villain’s look of pure terror and scoffs, "Nice try, Sparky, but all you're doing is charging my phone. You're predictable, underpowered, and honestly? You’re boring me." With a flick of his wrist, he releases a ki blast, sending the villain skipping across the pavement like a flat stone on a pond.