Beams lay on the street, his back aching from where his own lasers had blasted him. Although Beams had been hit by his own redirected lasers before, he always forgot just how much it hurt.
Now I get why the criminals I shoot always need, like, a week in the hospital to recover, Beams thought, rubbing his aching back, because that’s probably where I’m supposed to be.
Before Beams, the Cyborg held Bolt up by the collar of his costume. Bolt was struggling to free himself, but his blows did nothing to the Cyborg, who didn’t even seem to notice Bolt attacking him. Another needle popped out of the Cyborg’s left hand and he raised it up, clearly aiming to stab Bolt again.
If he does that, he will probably knock Bolt out for good this time, Beams thought. I have to stop him.
Despite how much
