A low-angle tracking shot follows Bram as he steps forward into a beam of flickering neon light. He slams a heavy, steaming mechanical gauntlet into his palm, sparks flying, his face set in a fierce, protective snarl against a backdrop of industrial steam. Dialogue in this scene: Bram: "Hands off her, tin man! The Lower Tier isn't your playground anymore." Include background music.
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