Oliver stared down a shining blue man, his pale glowing eyes flaring as a psychic field attempted to crush the hero. Oliver remained unfazed by this attack, however, and threw a javelin into the man's chest. His eyes fizzled out as he slumped to ground, lifeless. As another thug attempted to flank him, Oliver swung around with a large battle axe, only for it to catch a black scythe as it spun towards him. He knocked the projectile away, and watched as it dissipated in a puff of dark smoke. He casually ran the other thug through with a newly-formed spear and turned himself to face the new challenger.
He looked Julio up and down, and frowned a bit inside his helmet. This is the same problem the Rat Pack had with new recruits. They're all scrubs; can't even use their powers effectively. This one seems dangerous, though, I'd better not give him the chance to improve.
After a moment's deliberation, Oliver selected a large shuriken-like object, which he held with both hands as he swung it towards Julio.
