The shooting stars hiss and sizzle against the mist, dwindling before leaving little scorch marks in the earth around him. Mr. Universe lifts his brows. He wouldn't go so far as to describe this as impressive, but it is unique, at least.

He stands outside the silvery fog, sparks illuminating his shape through the haze. "Keep this in mind, Pride." He spits the name. "You can't come near me. Not unless you want to get burned."

Sparks sizzle in the mist for effect.