John’s constructs are built from the inside out. You look close, you can see every nut and bolt that makes it work. Nothing he creates is hollow. Gardner’s ring is like a leaky water faucet. Sparks always fly. Even when he’s just standing still. His willpower can’t wait to get free. He opens it up. And attitude disappears in a storm of emerald energy. Kilowog steps up to bat. His ring is the only one that makes a sound. Like a cannon exploding. A green light fades into the air around Parallax. Kyle’s sketching in his head. It sharpens into view. Constantly being refined by his own imagination. Kyle’s never satisfied. He’s an artist. Time to join in. For me it’s about precision. Doing exactly what I need to do to get the job done. Concentrated power. Focused ambition. Tangible glory.