Speeeed

 Clark shrugged with shoulders that were suddenly a few inches further off the ground than they’d been before and raised fists that had begun to ripple with stored kinetic energy.

“Alright, then.”

He kneeled into a runner's stance, even as the enemy raised his weapon and the barrel began to spin.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The two charged towards each other once more, and the hall was filled with the noise of supersonic cracks and ear-piercing whines as the stand users began to clash.

The Mark: 5