Terry had resisted the idea of a loan at first. Insisted that something else would come along-his suit was his signature. Made him who he was. But then he asked himself, was it really the suit that made the man? And he caved. Now was a good time to find that out. Terry was busy picking himself up when Kal reached for him and lifted him up before he could do it naturally.
This wasn't going to end well at all. Terry grabbed at the hand with his own gloved ones. Tried to hang on, but Kal was strong. Freakishly. He didn't have time to reach for a grappling hook. It all happened too fast. He landed harshly on his side and heard the sickening crunch of bone. For half a second his eyes blurred, and blood filled his mouth, he spit it on the ground by Kal's feet and looked upward.
"Don't call me Terrence. "He hissed through the pain and stood. For a minute his hand refused to leave his chest as if letting go it would fall apart. But he forced himself through it, and threw another punch.