Spark of Vengeance (ep19)

I planted my boots before the domino monument and tightened my fists beside my fallen comrade's steel washer. A sharp, crackling fizz surged right through my joints. I opened my palms, and a vivid purple electric arc snapped clean across the gap from one hand to the other, making the air hum. It wasn't static from carpet friction—it was raw, unyielding combat energy fueled by our bond. I grasped my taped drywall nail with both electrified hands, channeling the current straight into the sharpened steel tip. A faint purple spark danced along the silver barb. Sonic's speed won't save him when every strike carries retribution.