Ty's eyes blazed with a bright green fire as the cloaked man, bending to one knee and gasping for breath, remarked with a tinge of disbelief, "Well, this was a turn for the unexpected, huh?"
Suddenly, the arm that lay on the man's shoulder began to grip tighter, searing into his flesh.
The man's robe started to burn away, eliciting a cry of pain as he desperately slashed it off.
The fire around his shoulder dwindled and then surged back towards Ty, a blue cord of energy pulling Ty's severed hand back into place with a resounding click.
Looking down at the small metal object in his hand, Ty mused, "I wonder if I can make clothes with this." He then shook his head, redirecting his focus to the cloaked man before him.
"So, from the memories I got, you call yourself Thunder Clap? Pft, now that's a pathetic name." Ty's voice dripped with disdain. "I didn't get much of your early memories, but to call yourself Thunder Clap?"
