Editing Flashbang (section)

==Abilities and Powers==
Mark's power allows him to create bouncing<ref name="Cast1"/> orbs of light that can detonate either concussively (and largely non-lethal) or explosively with potentially lethal force.<ref name="Cast2"/><ref>I was thinking more like a light-bomb at her feet.  Maximum power.  You can put holes in concrete walls.  You can make it quick. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/10/29/sundown-17-9/ Excerpt] from [[Sundown 17.9]]</ref> He can adjust the charges to control the size of the resulting explosion, re-absorb projectiles,<ref>It was, of course, a grenade, but he caught it, reabsorbed it, then created another, rolling it. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2019/02/05/blinding-11-12/ Excerpt] from [[Blinding 11.12]]</ref> and maintains a secondary power that allows him to ignore the effects of his own improvised weapons,<ref name="11h e3"/> He could create a large number of explosions.

Similar to Brandish, Flashbang has shown some resistance to blinding lights.<ref>One arm shielding my eyes, I could see the white fading, and every line and shadow that returned to the world brought a lot of pain with it.  The others were down, Swansong and Damsel pushed into the dirt, Capricorn standing in front of Rain, and it was my parents who stood tall with eyes open in the glare.<br/><br/>
The little benefits of powers, like Byron’s cold resistance and my relative resilience to emotion powers.- [[Heavens 12.8]]</ref>

He was severely devastated by a brain injury,<ref name="11h e1">Mark was in the living room, sitting on the couch. No longer able to don his costume and be Flashbang, Mark could barely move. He had a form of brain damage. It was technically amnesia, but it wasn’t the kind that afflicted someone in the movies and TV. What Mark had lost were the skills he’d learned over the course of his life. He’d lost the ability to walk, to speak full sentences, hold a pen and drive a car. He’d lost more – almost everything that let him function.<br/><br/>What little he regained came slowly and disappeared quickly. It was as though his brain was a shattered glass, and there was only so much he could hold in it before it spilled out once again. So they’d patiently worked with him, helping him to hobble between the bedroom, living room and bathroom. They’d worked with him until he could mostly feed himself, say what needed to be said, and they didn’t push him to do more.<br/><br/>Victoria was in costume as Glory Girl, but she was unclipping a bib from around his neck, something to ensure he didn’t stain his clothes while he ate. Amy’s adoptive father turned and smiled gently as he saw the other two members of his family. It was all Amy could do to maintain eye contact, smile back. -[https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/06/23/interlude-11h/ Excerpt] from [[interlude 11h]]</ref> but was able to get around it thanks to [[Panacea]]'s intervention.
===Equipment===
He generally carries everything his team might need.<ref>“Let’s patch you up,” my dad said, intervening.  “I have a kit.”<br/><br/>“How useful,” Swansong said, [...]<br/><br/>“Instead of every member of the team having utility belts, they get a big guy like me, marry me into the family, and have me carry everything.”<br/><br/>“I’m sure you have other merits, Mr. Dallon,” Swansong said.<br/><br/>“He does,” my mother said. -
[https://www.parahumans.net/2019/02/26 Excerpt] from [[Heavens 12.4]]</ref>