As Superman flew closer, the light turned in the air and bobbed, as if acknowledging his presence. He
could see a fine tracery of electrical force rippling within its confines, the lines brightening as they
converged at the globe's center. Without warning, a jagged streak leaped from the globe, zigzagging
through the air at the speed of thought.
Before Superman could avoid it, the lightning streak struck him full in the chest. A hundred thousand
volts seared through his body, throwing him backward as if he were a rag doll and not the mightiest
man on Earth.
At least it's declared its intentions, he thought grimly, fighting to regain his balance against the
shocks that continued to rebound off his invulnerable body. Then the lightning ceased, and the bluish
orb seemed to sink into the metal of the gantry, as if it were being absorbed.