"Who says I'm not good at it?"

Despite the fact that he was obviously not good at finer control. At all. He was cringing at the zapping, jerking away and sending another burst of energy out. What the hell was he supposed to do? Take them apart one by one?

Alright, alright, think. He was stumbling back again, trying to get his footing before his eyes blazed with energy and a large glow washed over all the drones, holding them in place.

Now he could think.