Feyd's eyes grew wide as he saw the new man's metal arms rushing towards him, wisps of fire dancing around them. He was just quick enough to draw some fire off the arms and throw it back into the man's face, but not fast enough to dodge them. They both hit him in the chest at the same instant and knocked him back several feet.

As he was fading in and out of consciousness, he could tell by how much it hurt to breathe that at least one of his ribs had been cracked.

'I guess...that's what I get...for being a good Samaritan.'

And he collapsed on the pavement.