[The longer he holds onto it, the brighter it gets, the hotter it burns into his skull until he can't take it. Fortunately, he doesn't have to sustain for long; the beam's gone in a matter of seconds.
He lets it drop, feeling it fade away almost instantly. Braces for an attack that doesn't come, or to press on an attack after - but it doesn't. Instead, what happens is the last thing he'd expect: a compliment. Huh?]
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He lets it drop, feeling it fade away almost instantly. Braces for an attack that doesn't come, or to press on an attack after - but it doesn't. Instead, what happens is the last thing he'd expect: a compliment. Huh?]
What's it need a name for? It's just my power.