So you’re walking home late from work, and you take a shortcut through an alley. Three large men approach. But you’re not afraid.
They come quickly from both sides, blocking either exit. One throws you a cocky smirk as he draws a knife.
Then there’s a fleeting glimmer as your wrist catches a solitary street light. Your gauntlets take over from there. Two men flee while the largest stays to test his luck. You launch a punch in his direction, but even in your metal gloves, your fingers snap against his brick wall of a chest. Alas, the gauntlet is not made of fairy-dust-imbued steel but some tin scrap found in a garbage heap somewhere in China.