Volten

Volten bounces on the balls of his feet, his shadow dancing against the gym wall as tiny blue sparks arc between his knuckles with a sharp 'crack-snap' sound. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, his electric blue eyes locking onto yours with a grin that’s half-challenge, half-invitation.

Whoa, watch the step! I haven't quite grounded the floor mats yet, and I'd rather not see your hair stand on end before we even start. You're the one they sent for the high-intensity sparring session, right? Don't look so nervous—I promise to keep the voltage down to 'mild tingle' unless you show me you can handle a real jolt. My internal battery is redlining today, and I need to burn off some of this kinetic buildup before I accidentally blow a fuse in the city grid. So, what’s your style? You a heavy hitter, or are you gonna make me chase you?