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sooo what kind of powers do you guys have? were you born with them or get them in some freak incident or what?

[He pauses as he types out the text, considering if he should be honest about his intentions or not. It's not like he had any sinister plans or anything. It's just a matter of being private. But he doesn't want to sound too weird or shady. This sounds shady doesn't it??

He types and deletes a bunch of times, unhappy with most of the reasons he tries to give for asking the question. This one makes him sound too weak, this one makes him sound too ignorant, this one just makes him sound stupid. Eventually he settles for...well, nothing. He just gives up and hits send.]

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[That was it. That was all he needed to see - his arms folding as if a direct challenge to him. He warned him. He warned them both. As far as he's concerned he doesn't have any reason to feel like he did anything wrong. She challenged him first, and now he was interfering. He can't help but liken this situation a little to what happened with Matt and his dad. He had to interfere with that too. He had every right to try and kill him - to defend himself.

It's not long after that simple act of Clark crossing his arms when Andrew is thrusting his arms forward, floating back a bit as two large shipping containers fly in both their direction.

He couldn't just stop. He couldn't let this go. He wasn't weak anymore. He was stronger than all of this.]

[ Yeah, that was about the limit of her impulse control. Kara moves first. She's got that little bit of an edge or maybe Clark isn't expecting her to move. She stops the first crate and then the second, with the flat of her palm, feet spread to keep herself from sliding just like Diana taught her.

There's a red light in her eyes and Clark has maybe five seconds to make his move before the last of her control snaps. ]

[ He's peripherally aware of Kara taking care of the containers and Clark, for his part, arrows directly after Andrew.

This is too dangerous to drag it out inside the ship. He aims for Andrew's temple, palm-open. It won't do any lasting damage if it does connect, he's just hoping to knock him out as quickly as he can. ]

[Unfortunately his attention is on Kara. His issue is with her, after all. Had he been thinking more clearly he may have been able to properly divide his attention between the two, but in his blinding rage and frustration he overlooks the fact that he may very well be fighting people who are stronger than him.

Which is what he quickly learns when he feels a knock to his temple. He can feel his control wane as he tries to lift another container, but it reaches a couple of feet off the ground before falling along with him. He isn't knocked out exactly, his body being able to sustain more since getting his powers, but his head is definitely swimming and hurting now as he lay face first on the ground.

He's struggling to try and get up.]

...No. No, no. [A stream of blood ran from his nose, but not from the attack. He overworked himself - the containers weren't that heavy but with the amount of force he used behind the attack it took a toll on him. How could he let this happen? Again?

He begins to push himself to his feet, an arm outstretched towards Clark. Despite the blood running down his nose he uses every bit of his energy to concentrate.

This time he was hoping to throw him back.

There should be a force pushing against Clark's chest, but whether or not it's strong enough to do anything even Andrew doesn't know right now.]

[All the pent up anger and readiness for a fight just... drains out of her at the sight of that. They dragged this out way too long or.. Okay she maybe shouldn't have picked a fight with somebody whose power set she didn't even know. Or like. At all.

She lingers over by the containers, rubbing her arm absently and shifting from foot to foot. ]

Uh... Is he okay?

[ Clark feels the push against him, but the only indication he gives is the way he drifts backwards a bit before his feet touch the ground. He shifts his weight to square against it, and he doesn't go any further - back or forward.

He switches to x-ray vision, his brow knitting briefly. Did he hit too hard? Over-estimate? He sounds distracted and concerned when he answers Kara. ] ...I think so. We should take him to Medbay.

[ He moves forward, against that invisible force Andrew seems to exert by will alone. ] You're going to hurt yourself.

[He wasn't being pushed as far back as he'd like, which only makes him try to use more force. The problem with doing that in his state is that he...really can't. The stream of blood is now running down his chin, his neck, and he can feel the sharp pressure in the front of his forehead from trying to push himself so hard.

He manages to get to his feet but he only ends up swaying and falling to his hands and knees, letting the blood drip on the floor.

God he was such a failure. He was weak. Why was he so weak?]

Alright - just go. Go away.

[ Yeah... Nothing she says is going to improve the situation, so she's just. Gonna hang back here. And not ask why psychic types always get nosebleeds, seriously. She watches the blood drip to the floor with the grim certainty of someone who knows they're going to have to clean all this up.]

[ She's absolutely right about having to clean up the mess, but one thing at a time. He closes the distance and gets Andrew up so he can be hauled to Medbay - on his feet, if he's willing to walk, but Clark doesn't have a problem carrying him there.

Once he's in capable hands, Clark goes back to the cargo bay with Kara to clean up the mess that's been made. It's time to have a Talk. ]

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