Lucky saw the sense in 066's plan and began amping up his power. The air around him began to crackle and his hair began to have electricity arc in it. The smell of ozone began to permeate the air. He tried directing his charge toward 066, but finesse was never his strong suit. Anyone near him had to back away or risk getting shocked. The last time he gave this much juice he had been measured at 10,000 watts. and that was a year ago he'd developed since then. He felt the drain of energy as his calories drained away and his blood pressure fluctuated, his vision began to dim. He eased off and fell to the floor panting. He didn't want to pass out "That's all i got" he gasped unable to rise from his knees as his legs felt like jello. "Could i get a lift?" he asked looking around "i'm safe to touch until i recharge"