"You must be Tiago, hn? I'd suspect these would do the trick for eating the divine glass. Why don't you step a little closer and let us get a look at your face?"
Al Diamond sneers, flashing carbon teeth. Razor edges.
"Always a fight to be had," Tiago answers smoothly, pulling the white glove from his left hand to reveal the blue skin beneath.
"Good to know there are patterns we can rely on."
The world freezes around Tiago, crystalline blue.
"Corps® Lines from an went black," Diamond yells, voice unheard against the time shift. He holds up his hand, ring finger extended, defying the ordering of time.
"Doesn't really concern me, Al," answers the time-bender.