[ It'd be pretty embarrassing to do this too early or too late, because he still needs more practice with faster projectiles—but even a swiftly thrown ball bearing is less intense than an arrow, and so Tony responds in time.

The shard flashes, and projects a wall of light in front of him, whorling particles catching the light, and the iron piece bounces soundlessly against it, falls somewhere between them, goes rolling. ]

Energy blast, flash shield. You get 'em for free, if you practice. Or you're lucky.

[ Tony moves a few steps closer, gesturing Doki nearer with a casual handwave. ]

This thing — [ he shows off the lens he'd removed, slotting it back into his glove ] — focuses the first thing. Precision strikes. [ He sights another dummy, aims with more care the way he did the first time, and fires. This time, the light is concentrated into a beam, striking the dummy in its dummy face and snapping the head backwards with a splinter of wood, straw flying.

In the aftermath, the lens glows green before dimming. ]

Or disperses it, velvet-glove mode.