A few minutes ago, Jane had streaked for the skies at a drastic speed. A ticking bomb timing down in his grasp, a second– flicker away from exploding in his face.
The air whipped past his face, a cooling effect running down his limbs, a breeze cleansing off the sweat that beaded on his forehead.
The holy energy that exuded from him in a golden glow remained ever so palpable– without a hint of a reduction in the way powers collided within him.
He groaned in pain, his flight faltering to a sudden stop as he pulled his hands into the air.
The dome of the exploding man floated past him in a blur, taking to the skies without an ounce of patience.
He had only one goal– get that thing away from range. In the fastest, quickest way possible.
And he made sure it went through.
Like a ball of mystifying light, the dome shimmered in the sky, a silent hum escaping its edges as it reached heights, climbing and stacking away without a caution of step.
