Monkaar placed a glowing palm over Jiro's chest, casting a gentle pulse of tremor that can be seen with one's eyes.
"Still nothing," Monkaar murmured.
Balkan scratched his head. "We need to wake him up. Maybe he's under some kind of spell."
Clint looked at him. "What do you suggest?"
"Two things," Balkan said. "First, we punch him. Not hard. Just enough to jolt him."
Clint looked horrified. "He's barely conscious!"
Balkan shrugged. "Option two—we shock him. Tremor pulse to the spine. Fastest way to disrupt an unconscious state."
Monkaar hesitated. "That… could cause nerve damage."
But Balkan had already placed a hand over Jiro's shoulder.
"Wait, let me try the shock first," he said.
A crackle of small Earth energy shot into Jiro's body.
Nothing.
"Still no reaction?" Clint asked.
Balkan shook his head. "Alright. Time for option one."
He reared back and gave Jiro a quick—but solid—slap across the cheek.
"OW—HEY!" Clint recoiled. "That was not 'just enough'!"
