It really is like goddamned Christmas. The enforcer looks up at the mech again, and a brilliant smile crosses his face. Not quite the cold, practiced thing Luther leverages for official photo ops and government-mandated public appearances. He is genuinely delighted with this prototype.

Luther raps his own knuckles against the shield, then levels his super-strength into hitting it with his fist. Feels the way it doesn't give, the way it just swallows up the force. "Great work, Knock-Out," he says, and the admiration isn't grudging. "I've been wanting something like this for a while. It's metal— is it magnetic? Either for recalling it to me, or for someone else trying to snatch it away."

Cutting right to practical considerations, even as he clenches it in his palm and tests the way the shield swings with him, its speed as he moves.