Gorgon at Tier 50-100 / overcame injuries / Power-ups are relative to the person being drained

Rodney, the crowd of exes, and the sky spun around him and a beat later he felt the ribs collapse where the kick had connected. He hit the pavement and heard something snap inside the goggles. One of the lens sections tumbled in against his eye.
Rodney sneered. “This your big last stand, esse? This what you’d call being heroic?”
Gorgon spit out a blob of blood. “Nope,” he said. “I’d call this round three.”
He turned his smile to the bright sky as the last of the night fled and the sun raced around the corner. It incinerated a crowd of exes near the gate then shot back to hover above them. 'Lay off the mic,' for Christ’s sake, said Zzzap. 'You sure you’re ready for this?'
“Guess we’ll find out.”
Rodney scowled with his one eye. “What the fu—”
Gorgon pulled off his goggles.
For a moment, just the barest of instants, the man-shaped silhouette in the air dimmed. The false daylight flickered to gray and Zzzap sagged. Then his outline flared back up and he vanished up and across the Mount.
And Gorgon was on fire.
“OH, YEAH!” he roared. He couldn’t even guess what tier this was. Fifty? One hundred? He could feel strength burning out of his eyes, mouth, every pore of his skin. “YOU STILL WANT TO THROW DOWN, YOU FRANKENSTEIN WANNABE?!”
The hero lunged forward and his fist struck Rodney with the force of a train engine. The enormous ex hurtled back, smashing through a steel fence like a missile through a garden trellis. He shredded the roof of a dusty sports car and slammed into the minivan parked beyond it.
Gorgon bounded after him, covering twenty feet with each leap. “Come on!” he bellowed. “You and me, big guy! It’s what you always wanted!” He hurled the sports car into the air and the giant scrambled to dodge it.”
“A quartet of exes seized the hero’s arms and neck. He crushed their skulls like paper cutouts and whipped the bodies away, sending everything behind him sprawling for half a dozen yards.
Rodney tore the axle from the sports car and swung it like a bat. He brought it whipping around and Gorgon caught the end. A quick shove and the steel bar cracked back into the giant’s face. The hero hammered down again and sent the huge Seventeen sprawling.

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 439-440
Peter Clines
https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-heroes/id585738407