[s1e8] Issue #108: You Won't Like - Him When He's...

Leo looked down at his trembling hands. A faint, silvery shimmer danced under his skin, like mercury flowing through his veins. It had been three weeks since the accident at the Ishida Labs. Three weeks of blackouts and waking up in craters, surrounded by the wreckage of whatever—or whoever—had crossed his path. "Hey, pal. This booth is reserved."

"I told you," the entity said, its voice a chorus of shearing metal. "You won't like me when I’m like this." [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...

As Jax’s fingers brushed the fabric, the silver shimmer under Leo’s skin erupted. It wasn't green, and it wasn't fueled by rage—it was cold, metallic, and absolute. Leo didn't grow larger; he grew denser . His skin took on the matte finish of industrial steel. Leo looked down at his trembling hands

He didn't strike. He simply leaned in close, the smell of ozone and hot metal wafting off him. "Run," he rumbled. Three weeks of blackouts and waking up in

The local news on the TV above the bar was muted, but the headline was loud enough:

Leo looked up. His eyes were no longer human; they were glowing orbs of molten lead. He didn't roar. He didn't scream. He simply spoke, and the floorboards groaned under the weight of his words.