The Choice is Taken out of His Hands

Sam is still scratching his chin, wrestling with the dilemma before him when something slams into him, hard from behind. He staggers forward, falling to his knees. Turning quickly he throws up a **** field just in time as a piece of marble flooring comes flying towards him, shattering in front of him. A short burly man with a shaved head and long brown beard marches towards Sam. He wears a blue, lightly armored suit and the ground marble floor is rising around him as he walks, forming into balls which then strike Sam's **** field.

He points and Sam and yells, "I been lookin' for you. It's time you paid for your crimes."

"Crimes?" Sam spits getting to his feet. "I'm a hero! Not a criminal! Stand aside and let us talk this misunderstanding out like men."

The bearded man spits and continues walking steadily across the bank lobby. "No use lyin' to me, Sam. I can see what evils people done. And you, you ain't a hero. You're just a monster with a cape."

Gritting his teeth Sam lowers his **** field and unleashes a sudden burst of electricity. Not enough to kill, but enough to knock someone ****. But as the burst of electricity flies towards the other man, he becomes translucent. The bolt passes through him, hammering into the wall behind the stranger. Sam barely has time to throw his **** field back up as more marble comes flying towards him. A few seconds later the stranger passes through Sam's **** field and raises a balled fist.