[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CFC500]⚡John Watts⚡[/color] and  [color=107532]🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Qt33mtMn/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Smallville?
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=CFC500]Molecular Oscillation[/color] [hr][/center]	[color=CFC500]"I don't like anyone in my [i]lab[/i] either,"[/color] Watts agreed with Evelyn. He assumed it had been a Freudian slip for her to say [i]lap[/i] instead. In his experience, letting someone into his lab was a lot like taking a small child into a glassblowing museum. It just set the child up for failure. How could they be expected to understand the fragility of everything around them? Would they know that the heat of the blow torch would burn them? It was much the same for those at Serval Industries. They didn't know what could be touched, what had to be avoided at all costs. He didn't even allow his own children into his lab on visits, even his son who wanted to pursue a career in the sciences. 

	Arthur hesitated for a brief second, before accepting Casey's hand and he rose to his feet. [color=107532]"Thank you,"[/color] he told her curtly. The tide of the battle had yet to switch to their side. Longshot was problematic, but so was the inexperience of the group. He saw Elara's weapon knock both Andrew and Watts down, rather than hitting their foe. He sighed, looking down for a brief moment. The odd child's suit was sparking more and more. Arthur's inherent distrust and dislike for technology advised him to stay clear. That suit was going to blow. One of Longshot's shurikens hit him in the shoulder and Arthur grunted with pain, but it wasn't the worst he had experienced in his life. 

	[color=CFC500]"Andrew! Get out, now!"[/color] Watts snapped, fearing for his friend's life. This was another situation where he felt the little boy was set up for failure. Just as children shouldn't be allowed to pilot a fighter jet, they also shouldn't be given advanced weaponry to wear. It took him two tries, but he managed to vibrate the molecules fast enough that he phased Andrew out of the suit, freeing him. The suit fell to the ground and Watts looked at the sparking contraption, getting an idea. He wanted to keep Andrew away from the thing. He wanted to hit Longshot. 

	He [i]yeeted[/i] the suit, only to fall short of hitting Longshot. 

	Arthur realized what the yellow speedster was thinking. It wasn't a bad idea. The suit looked like a ticking time bomb. He darted forward and picked up the sparking mess (Watts hadn't managed to throw it far at all). With practiced ease from years of surviving alone on a monstrous island, Arthur threw the suit at Longshot. The suit exploded on impact with Longshot, blasting him backwards. Their foe was still conscious, but he was in poor condition.