Clark, out of reflex, brought up his hand to protect his face, and the bolts bounced off him. They'd certainly leave a mark, but other than his arm moving up he didn't even react.

'Okay. I need to get her away from the radio tower. She obviously has an ego. Let's use that.'

"You sure you want him?" He called back up. "You can't even fight a knock-off head-on. What makes you think you can handle him?"