He lifted his boot, then stomped down hard on Fin's left shoulder. A distinct crack echoed in the room. Fin cried out, his body arching off the floor for a second before collapsing back down. His left arm lay limp at his side.
"My abilities are diverse," the man continued, his voice unchanging. He nudged Fin's useless left arm with his boot. "Your absorption is singular. Limited. You cannot adapt."
He crouched down beside him. He grabbed Fin's right wrist, the one still pulsing faintly with the green knuckle construct. He examined it for a moment.
"Interesting construct. Unstable, but focused." He squeezed. The green energy construct flickered violently, then dissipated. He squeezed harder. More cracking sounds came from Fin's wrist and hand. Fin grunted, biting his lip, his face pale.
The man released his wrist. Fin's right hand spasmed, fingers bent at unnatural angles.
"Let's see what happens," the man murmured, "when your absorption is overloaded."
