Bombey? Who even says that? His fist clenched tight as the power continued to build, arcs of current starting to climb his arm now, and when the grenade appeared in the flying man's hand, Arty opened his own and let fly before he could toss it. A white-hot bolt of lightning thundered from his palm straight at the grenadier's face, potent enough to burn a hole clean through a modern tank, along with setting the entire crew ablaze from sheer electrical current. The sound and light alone were twice that of a flash-bang grenade, though Arty himself was nearly immune to the damage of those effects, and he was curious to see how it might affect the others.