Handling

"He-El, are you all right?!"

With a tremendous boom, a streak of lightning shot across the sky and crashed directly into the factory rooftop, blasting through the ceiling with a deafening roar.

The mechanical arm deftly picked up a fire extinguisher and sprayed Thor as he landed, filling the area with a mingling haze of white smoke and dust.

Thor straightened from a half-crouch, his tall, muscular body draped in a bright red cape. Holding Mjolnir, he emerged from the smoke and dust, reaching out to stop the mischievous mechanical arm from spraying him before walking toward He-El and asking with concern:

"What happened to you? Jane and I saw humans condemning you on the big screen in the square."

He-El remained calm and glanced at the two large holes in the distant ceiling.

One had been blasted through when Odin threw Mjolnir.

The other had been smashed through when Thor returned some time ago.

There were now three huge holes in this factory area, with sunlight streaming through them and illuminating the floating dust.

"You know how it is. Mjolnir always gets a little excited when it comes near you." Thor awkwardly spun Mjolnir and hurriedly said,

"But I can control Mjolnir's sudden excitement now. It won't smash through your roof next time."

"You'd better mean that, Thor. We should move somewhere else. This is a factory, not a home. If you keep smashing through the roof, you'll have to repair it yourself." He-El snapped his fingers and dismissed the projection of Atomic Armor No. 2 before him.

Though the outside world had been in turmoil lately, it had not affected He-El in the slightest. He had been fully devoted to creating all sorts of technology to protect himself. Several projects had already completed testing and could be deployed