[color=7ea7d8]“Yeah Bunky? You peaked in high school didn’t you? Big man on campus until you entered the real world and found out you’re nothing more than a twisted tin horn wanna be god.”[/color]  General Freedom sneered. 

It was clear the big oaf had little if any real combat training, swinging his fist like most bullies, with little finesses and all muscle.  General Freedom had crouched low waiting for such a move. After all he needed to see the actual combat skill of his opponent and now he knew it. Lock stock and barrel oafish brawler.  

Muscles tensed as the lummox charged forward, his only hand cocked back ready to throw his weight into it, ready to plaster the hero of millions across the back wall.  Ah well, it’s nice to have a dream isn’t it.  The Splatterer moved forward, his punch aimed for the head of General Freedom, the hero of millions allowed his training to take over. 

Stepping out with his right foot, drawing his body away from the oncoming right hand, the blue clad hero fired a deadly left jab under the oncoming right into the solar plexus of the gap-toothed freak, followed by a hammer blow to the left rib cage with his right fist. The combination was going to take advantage of the fact that the freak didn’t have a left arm to offer a guard.  The left jab was nothing more than a ranging shot, designed to give General Freedom an idea of where his right hammer blow was going to hit. 

The right hammer would hit under the where the left arm once had been, the twist and torque would be enough to break a normal villains rib cage, but General Freedom had a feeling this guy was a lot tougher.  No this blow was to test his body since it would come full force, unmolested and uncontested, hitting with the force of a ten-ton wrecking ball.