Fan Casting Acceleration in The Immortal Kango

Backed into a corner at the Atheon Refinery, Ned Talbot enters the unverified Enclave Bio-Enclosure Chamber. No screaming or torn clothes follow; instead, hydraulic needles drive black-market micro-circuitry into his spine, pumping a refined gamma-silicon fluid into his marrow. His skin violently tightens into a sickly, ash-gray as his muscles condense. The sub-dermal carbon-fiber exoskeleton fuses directly with his skeleton, pressing beneath his flesh in rigid, jagged ridges. He steps out as the Behemoth: a lean, silent, militarized weapon who breathes with the mechanical hiss of a failing respirator. Because his body cannot naturally generate gamma stability, a digital display in his collarbone steadily ticks down. Moving with hyper-precise speed, he doesn't fight out of anger—he forcefully latches onto Kango to leech his kinetic gamma output just to keep his own nervous system from decaying into dust.