Strength floods back into him, the power seems unlimited, endless.
And then, all of a sudden, as quickly as it appeared, its gone. But he has enough- he thinks.
Iason's wounds begin to glow brightly, leaking some of the newfound energy. Then his eyes light, and his hands. The heat begins to fill the room, the walls explode outward, exposing the room to the sun, and with renewed strength, he pushes away from the wall, swinging with a hand both full of his maximum strength, and hot enough to ionize the air as it passes, striking out while he has anything left.
"Not today. You're finished."
He can only hope its enough.
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