"You’re leaving when I say you're leaving," Jax said, slamming a hand onto the table. The water in Leo’s glass jumped. "You look like that guy from the news. The one with the freak problem."
He didn't strike. He simply leaned in close, the smell of ozone and hot metal wafting off him. "Run," he rumbled. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...
The bar went silent as the air itself seemed to grow heavy. Jax tried to pull back, but his hand was caught in a grip that felt like a hydraulic press. "You’re leaving when I say you're leaving," Jax
Leo looked down at his trembling hands. A faint, silvery shimmer danced under his skin, like mercury flowing through his veins. It had been three weeks since the accident at the Ishida Labs. Three weeks of blackouts and waking up in craters, surrounded by the wreckage of whatever—or whoever—had crossed his path. "Hey, pal. This booth is reserved." The one with the freak problem
Leo looked up. His eyes were no longer human; they were glowing orbs of molten lead. He didn't roar. He didn't scream. He simply spoke, and the floorboards groaned under the weight of his words.