As Jax’s fingers brushed the fabric, the silver shimmer under Leo’s skin erupted. It wasn't green, and it wasn't fueled by rage—it was cold, metallic, and absolute. Leo didn't grow larger; he grew denser . His skin took on the matte finish of industrial steel.
Leo stood alone in the center of the bar. The transformation began to recede, the steel softening back into pale, bruised skin. He felt the familiar, crushing exhaustion pulling at his soul. He looked at the TV again. The news was showing a map of his possible locations. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...
He didn't strike. He simply leaned in close, the smell of ozone and hot metal wafting off him. "Run," he rumbled. As Jax’s fingers brushed the fabric, the silver
"You don't want to do this," Leo said, his voice dropping an octave. His skin took on the matte finish of industrial steel