Moon Shadow and his grappler might have something to object to with that. There's a rapid fire three clicks of him switching modes, coming out of thin air, before the claw shoots out of a space, previously invisible, but rapidly filling with angry-ten-year-old, and it's target is the brazier itself.

"I apologize for the sheer amount of brain hurt you're about to feel, but I'm pretty sure you've done a heckuva a lot to deserve it."

As soon as the line looses it's slack and goes tight, the kid yanks it back, and hard.

"Butthead."