Tearing up railing, Interaction with Sting

Then, walking over to the rooftop's edge, I put my gloved hand on the metal railing. My bandaged hand smarted where the whip had caught me at the heel of my palm.

With my power, I began to tear up the railing, molding it by squeezing it.

"My weapon?" Foil asked.

"Any objections?" I asked, forcing the torn end of it into a point.

"No. A little rough."

"Have you gotten picky, Foil, since you started living with a villain fashion artist?"

"No," she said, but she smiled a bit. "Let's see how much damage we can do."

"Any chance you could arm me with your spear?"

"Specially made bolts, yes, if I had any left. This? No. The power would conduct to the part you held, and you'd hurt yourself."

"Even with my forcefield?" I asked.

"Hold it out?"

I did. A bit of falling snow or ash settled on an outstretched hand.

The spear shimmered, taking on a faint but complex hue like it had been dipped in a puddle with a rainbow sheen of oil on the surface. She laid it gently across my forcefield hand.

The forcefield went down.

I quickly put my mask on, just as a safeguard. I waited.

The forcefield took a little while to get back up to full strength. I flexed my limbs, making sure nothing had been ruined.

"No luck," I murmured.

- Radiation 18.5