#enhanced strength

[brothersapart]

Would Mark's knack also grant him enhanced speed? Is enhanced speed its own knack?

Mark’s knack does not give him enhanced speed. More like enhanced agility. The strength in his legs allows him to push off harder and lengthen his strides significantly compared to most borrowers, but he’s still running normally. It’s less about speed and more about distance, if that makes sense.

Enhanced speed is indeed its own thing entirely…

It won’t be BORING, that’s for sure!

[4kadhd]

Hey uhhh....did romelle just fucking punch that fucker in the face?

[ministryofkpopaus]

TWICE Signal AU | By @jeanchevaljean and @confessionsofashyfangirl

Enhanced Strength - Chou Tzuyu Telekinesis - Son Chaeyoung Enhanced Speed - Hirai Momo X-Ray Vision - Park Jihyo Temporal Rewind - Im Nayeon Invisibility - Minatozaki Sana Time Freeze - Yoo Jeongyeon  Hypnosis - Myoui Mina  Self Duplication - Kim Dahyun 

[mynerdcorneroftheworld]

Enhanced Strength: Rogers' strength is immensely enhanced beyond the peak of human potential. His immense strength allows him to physically overpower combatants, including elite-trained humans, extraterrestrial troops, and robot sentries. He can effortlessly bend metal bars, slam through solid walls and reinforced glass, and pry open steel doors. In combat, his strength allows for him to send enemies flying several meters in the air from mere punches and kicks.

[randomjotcomicuniverse]

Terry Teal AKA The Pterodactyl

Terry was once part of The Diamond Watch - a notorious group of museum thieves - but when he tried to steal a mystical prehistoric relic, he grew a pair of pterodactyl wings. Later in life, he decided to change his ways by protecting ancient relics instead of stealing them. Sometimes he does this as a museum night guard, other times as a costumed superhero.

His power(s): Flight, Bulletproof Wings, Enhanced Strength and Agility

[opticflux]

Mech Suits Are No Longer Sci-Fi: Engineers Are Building Real Power Armor

Engineers are turning power armor from science fiction into reality by developing suits that boost soldier strength and protection. These innovations include load-bearing exoskeletons like DARPA’s Warrior Web, which redistributes weight to reduce fatigue while allowing mobility. Lightweight materials, such as polyethylene, offer improved damage resistance without restricting movement.…

Mech Suits Are No Longer Sci-Fi: Engineers Are Building Real Power Armor

[godsendrpg]

Mohinder Suresh || 42 || Enhanced Strength || Neutral

Open - Taken

——————————————————————- it WAS a brave new world

Personality Traits:

Determined

Intelligent

Rash

Protective

Workaholic

Summary:

.Is registered under the EHRA 

Speaks Hindi - though it’s a little rusty after so long in America

Does not approve of the violent measures some Specials take to fight against the government

Tries to avoid the war in general, but will fight back if provoked. 

FC:

Sendhil Ramamurthy

———————————————————————————————— now the WAR is here

Full Background:

Mohinder was a genetics professor in India. When his father was killed, he traveled to New York City to continue his father’s research, becoming a taxi driver during his time, briefly meeting Peter Petrelli and Noah Bennet. His neighbor, Eden McCain, befriended him and helped put together a supposed algorithm to locate Specials. He tried to warn them about Sylar to no avail. A few days later, Peter visited him, talking about a man who could paint the future, but when the man didn't open his door, Mohinder parted ways with Peter.

He went to India for two weeks for his father’s funeral and when he returned, discovered Eden had died. While warning Specials, he teamed up with one - ‘Zane Taylor’. After one visit together, Mohinder figured out 'Zane’ was actually Sylar and held him hostage for hours until being overpowered. Peter saved him and when Peter was injured, Mohinder returned the favor.

Later, he worked for the Company to cure a girl - Molly Walker - from the Shanti Virus, a virus that killed his sister. His blood was the cure. Matt and Noah burst into the building a short while later and they all agree on escaping the building. When Matt was shot in Kirby Plaza, Mohinder tended to his wounds before the paramedics arrived.

For several months, he raised Molly alongside Matt and worked Noah to take down the Company from the inside out. This changed when Molly fell into a coma, Mohinder taking her to the Company for help. One of his patients for a one-off visit was Monica Dawson. 

Through a long series of events, Mohinder sided with the Company and shot Noah, only to later revive him. He was later ambushed in his apartment by Sylar before being forced to cure Sylar of the Shanti Virus. After, Mohinder sent Molly to his mother’s in India for her own safety.

Working to cure Maya Herrera of her ability, he became obsessed with Specials. Believing he discovered the formula, he injected himself with it but had nasty side effects before learning that there was a missing component. He was later healed by accident in the Pinehurst building, being drenched in the final formula. 

He returned to a simplistic life for a time as a taxi driver, only to be rounded up by the government. He teamed up with Peter and the others and eventually let himself be captured to save them. When Nathan was exposed, he traveled with the Petrellis to Coyote Sands, where he watched some of his father’s old documentary films on Specials.

Mohinder returned to India once more, resuming his job teaching, as well as a relationship with a woman he had dated before. He couldn't give up his persistent obsession with Specials, though, and through his father’s research, tracked down Samuel Sullivan. The two had a threatening first encounter and Samuel, using Hiro Nakamura, had Mohinder admitted in a psychiatric facility. Two months later, Hiro and Ando busted him out of the ward before helping Noah track down Samuel.

Instead of returning to India like he said he would after Claire’s jump, Mohinder stayed to help the government work on using her blood for research. Just as he thought the government might be taking another turn for the worse, Peter approached him. He offered Mohinder a position in the company working on research and keeping an eye on specials.

His work at Fortis was rewarding, but he was always wary that it all might come crashing down. Eventually, his worries were proven right when the EHRA was introduced. Though he was quick to register - just to avoid the hassle when it became mandatory - Mohinder made sure to lie low, going to Micah for help staying off the grid. 

[buttercupmock]

DRABBLE.

ft. enhanced strength.

i.

The first time it hit you, you twisted someone’s ankle. It was an accident, you told them stubbornly when she cried out in pain. You didn’t mean to, of course you didn’t. All you wanted to do was win, not go that far. You didn’t even know how it happened until you got home, slamming the door of your bedroom in frustration. 

The handle almost broke.

The crack was too loud.

Yeah, you did slam the door hard, but there was no way that you could possibly be that strong — no matter how angry you were. You never slammed the door that hard before.

You stayed up in bed staring at your hands and wondering what the fuck happened to you for hours, before finally drifting off to dream about accidentally crushing your sisters’ fingers.

ii.

Some asshole challenged you to a one-on-one soccer match after seeing you juggle a ball during lunch break. He said that he was 100% positive that he’d be better than you. You scoffed and told him, “Bring it.”

So you headed to the basketball court after school. The asshole said that street soccer was probably tougher than playing on a field, and was certain that you’d be at a disadvantage because of that. Little did he know that you knew how to play street sports almost better than anyone in this goddamn school.

You kicked his ass, naturally.

What you didn’t expect was that you tackled him a little bit too hard. Sort of intentionally, but you didn’t think that blood would start oozing out of his scrapped knee that fast.

You weren’t sure if that came from the fact that you were confident enough in your soccer abilities, or if it was whatever the fuck weird new ‘power’ you discovered you had.

iii. 

Family bonding time, your father had said. You didn’t know if he was doing this for his sake, or for your sakes. Nonetheless, you went with it — bowling.

Your sisters smiled and laughed as they queued up by the lane, trying to find the perfect bowling ball that fit them. You stand behind them with your hands stuffed in your pockets. You knew how to play this better than either of them did, but you still watched them attempt on getting a strike. Neither of them did.

When it was your turn, you smirked and went, “Watch how it’s done.” They gave you amused looks, but you knew you’d strike out. 

After all, when you stood in front of the bowling lane, your father murmured, “Jet, be careful. You don’t want to knock down more than the pins.”

“I know,” you hissed, partly frustrated at him for having to bring that up again but also partly frustrated at yourself because you still hadn’t managed to get it completely under control.

You swung your arm back, then released the ball down the lane. Strike!

The ball flew too hard into the pins, but at least you didn’t break anything this time.

iv.

You didn’t particularly like having to ask him to help you train, but he was the only one you knew who would be able to handle it if you accidentally went too far. Besides, you and him seemed to have somewhat reach more of an understanding of some sorts, and at least it wasn’t awkward to ask him that you needed someone who could deal with your Superman-esque strength ( after all, Superman and the Flash were both freaks of nature ). 

Of course, he said yes, so here you both were at an empty street basketball court at 3 AM. 

Your fist flew at his face, to which he annoyingly somehow managed to dodge — not that you expected any less. He caught your wrist, but this time you got to showcase your abilities and wrench free from his hold with a snarky grin.

Fighting Darius was one of the rare moments when you didn’t have to worry about holding back. It was the best exercise you’ve had the entire week.

“You’re getting better,” he said, but there was that irritating shit-eating grin he wore when looked at you. Somehow, though, relief washed through you — because you knew that he meant better at fighting him rather than controlling your powers. 

That made everything entirely more bearable, and you charged at him again with new determination.

This time, that strength of yours was put to good use. If Clark Kent could do good things with it, why couldn’t you?

v. 

It was the first time you let yourself join another Taekwondo competition. On your father’s advice, you had resisted these past few months, promising not to go until you had your newfound abilities under control. But now? You were positive that you had it nailed.

Apparently night time fighting helped you get in touch with it better. 

You stepped up the ring and faced your opponent. You bowed. Standard procedures. 

The match opened with you making the first move. Waiting for your opponent to make the first move? What bullshit. You didn’t need to do that knowing what you had on your side. It wasn’t like your opponent would be able to hurt you hard enough when you had some sort of freaky strength. 

You let them take a hit at you, but you retaliated soon as you could. 

It didn’t take long for the match to end, but when you had your opponent pinned down, you decided that this was probably the best match you ever had.

And... “3...2...1!” The countdown was over.

“I win,” you said, a satisfied smirk curling over your lips.