[b]Furious[/b]

He screamed when Chrome crushed his hand, the pain indescribable. If anything the sound of his bones being splintered was just as bad, his stomach lurching with each crack. He'd never felt anything like this in his short hero career, not even during his battle when that Meta-prisoner transfer bus had been hijacked and he had fought all those villains at once. He wouldn't have been able to stop Chrome throwing him to the ground again even if he had the wherewithal to realise the trainer was doing it, his entire focus was on the pain of his hand. 

A big heavy boot came down on his throat, and this time he couldn't do anything to stop it. He felt the pressure, slight yet inexorable. Chrome was going to choke him out and then it would be all over. No membership in the League, no chance of showing the PMDF what he was capable of, no helping oppressed Meta's everywhere. Just a few minutes of gasping for air then it would be all over, just a miserable trip back to the Dominguez mansion where he would live the rest of his life like a ghost, trying not to get in his father's way. He could almost feel Miguel's indifference already. 

But then he felt something else. It was small at first, but growing within him steadily. It was like a fire, but it burnt without heat. It grew and grew, a light to illuminate the darkness that had threatened to swamp him. It was power in its rawest form, pulsating and pure. He could feel his skin tingle with it. Even his hand didn't hurt like it did before. Perhaps he had never experienced anything like having the bones in his fist shattered, but it had made him stronger than he had ever been in the past. 

But its not just that he realised. It was more than just his Metapower, it was something greater and more intangible. It was the first Daryl Redman struggling against circumstance to make life better for men like himself. It was Sofira Redman fighting to help the needy and unfortunate. It was even Miguel Dominguez, determined to make a world were the tragedy that had befallen him would never happen to anyone else. Furious came from a long line of fighters, and he would be damned if he shamed that lineage today by giving up here. He may lose this fight, but he would go down swinging. 

He grabbed the closest thing to him, Chrome's ankle, and squeezed. He squeezed as hard as he could, poring every last bit off power he had into it. He was more powerful than he had ever been, but he wasn't sure if that was enough. Dr Mellori had said his strength was potentially limitless, so Furious prayed he had enough now to make a difference.

 He focused on his broken hand, fixating on the pain, all just to leech a bit more strength for the squeeze. He wasn't sure if Chrome was really made of steel, or if he was some organic metal, all he knew was that he had to hurt the trainer somehow, had to get him off before Furious passed out.