"You’re leaving when I say you're leaving," Jax said, slamming a hand onto the table. The water in Leo’s glass jumped. "You look like that guy from the news. The one with the freak problem."
Jax didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled backward, falling over chairs, and disappeared into the night. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...
Leo didn't look up. The voice belonged to Jax, a debt collector who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and bad intentions. He had two shadows behind him, both grinning with the kind of confidence only a baseball bat provides. "You’re leaving when I say you're leaving," Jax
Leo stood alone in the center of the bar. The transformation began to recede, the steel softening back into pale, bruised skin. He felt the familiar, crushing exhaustion pulling at his soul. He looked at the TV again. The news was showing a map of his possible locations. The one with the freak problem
"Oh, I think I do," Jax sneered, reaching out to grab Leo’s collar. "I heard the reward for you is enough to buy this whole block."
As Jax’s fingers brushed the fabric, the silver shimmer under Leo’s skin erupted. It wasn't green, and it wasn't fueled by rage—it was cold, metallic, and absolute. Leo didn't grow larger; he grew denser . His skin took on the matte finish of industrial steel.