Lance's armor was yellow at the front with white lines tracing the sides of the suit and the spandex underneath, bordering with the black behind it. Midline on the front of Lance's body, was a thick black line extending from midshoulder to midshoulder on the other side, a dotted yellow line tracing from Lance's groin up to his neck, resembling a road. Bordering on the cups of his shoulders were black tire markings, erratic in their formation, looking almost as if the suit had been run over. White plates covered his shin and elbows, broad but short wings extruding from each of them. His mask lacked a mouth, though had two, large, white, bug-like eyes.

Lance moved around in the suit, obviously not used to it. He felt more powerful. Perhaps it was the spandex?

When the lamp-man approached, Lance was still too busy trying out the new suit. Then, when the thing got close enough, Lance looked up at it and glared through his mask.

"Is that so?" he taunted. Lance rotated his shoulders and cracked his knuckles. Then, he posed. "Let's get this show on the road."

Almost instinctively, Lance got into a fighting stance, before running off to meet with the lamp man. Lance was the first to strike, throwing a left jab aimed at what looked like the thing's nose.