Scott's fast -- faster than the onlookers seem to think, in fact -- but he's not in his assailant's league. The punch lands across the jaw, knocking Scott backward.

The optic blast goes wild for a moment, blasting upward into the sky, before Scott gets enough of a grip to close his visor. The ruby-red beam ceases as Scott thuds hard to the ground.

"That ... all ... y'got, mook?" he says, forcing himself back, training his beam to kill.