Locked at Full Power

I dropped my shoulders, exhaled all my breath, and tried loosening every muscle to drop back down to base form. When I leaned in close to the polished chrome latch of the balcony door, my hair in the reflection was still sticking straight up in brilliant blue spikes! I reached up and gave the points a solid tug—hard and unyielding, completely locked in place. Looks like this body is permanently set to maximum throttle! That suits me just fine, though—it means I am already geared up for whatever comes next.