"Those are not reassuring odds."
"Those are Divine-tier odds." He straightened himself, smoothing out the wrinkles in his ridiculous cosmic tracksuit with an air of theatrical finality.
"But I'll tell you this, and I want you to really absorb what I'm saying here. Your current Aspect? Thermal Incision? It's cute. It's functional. It's a perfectly serviceable C-Rank power playing dress-up as something more impressive. Against Reyna Cabana and that storm of hers, it'll get you killed. Messily. Probably with a lot of screaming."
His eyes gleamed with that particular brand of manic enthusiasm that meant he was enjoying this far too much. "But evolved? Taken to its logical, reality-warping conclusion? You might actually stand a chance. A real one."
