"Power... is a word for the weak. The true measure of a man is how much abuse he'll take and keep on coming!" Tetsuo sneered as he launched himself at Nemuri, his tattered clothes flapping behind him like a cape. The air around him seemed to shimmer and distort with barely contained energy.

Nemuri grimaced as she dodged his wild, erratic attacks. "You talk a lot for a dead man, Tetsuo. But you can't keep this up - you'll burn yourself out!" She lashed out with her own psychic powers, but Tetsuo's aura flared bright orange as he deflected her assault.

"You know nothing!" he snarled, debris swirling around him like a tornado. "This power... will break all chains. I'll shatter the very fabric of reality!"