"Ajax Diagorides bows for no man, and I'd rather actually die before I let anyone think me bested without reason. Move aside and be ready to flee", he said as he positioned himself about half a step away from the window. Slightly profiled, feet about shoulder-width, left leg forward, right back. He took a deep breath and exhaled through the nose as he extended his left arm to measure the distance between himself and the wall. Proper distance is very important when it comes to maximizing impact in a strike, after all. And since he didn't know just how strong the building and its sorceries were, he was going to hit them as hard as he could.

It really did not take long, even with that preamble. How long do you take to practice a punch? Rather than tense up and make his muscles bulge and strain for show and intimidation, Ajax's entire body seemed to relax as he bent back at the waist in a way that would've been far too telegraphed to be practical in an actual fight, placing all of his 300 or so pounds of weight firmly on his right leg. His massive right hand was ready at about jaw height, fingers only half balled up. The looser your body, the faster and snappier the blow. And then, it happened. A savage, wordless warcry, more animal than man, and Ajax let loose.

All of his impossibly powerful muscles collaborated, from the toes up. He pushed off his right leg, transfering his impressive bodyweight to the left as he took half a step forward with it to further set his girth in motion. The waist and torso snapped explosively counterclockwise, propelled by the power generated by the legs and adding to it. The left hand retracted to act as a counterbalance while the right hand, powered by the right shoulder and given a bit of extra oomph with a twist of the elbow and the wrist, launched forward ramrod straight and with untold might, fist clenching only on the moment of impact.

For a split second, Ajax's entire body was as if carved from primordial stone as his every fiber went into this one blow. It was, truth be told, little more than a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0Q_hEE5Cpo]basic straight right[/url]. The second punch you learn in boxing, but still [url=http://imgur.com/H4dwnaJ]one of the deadliest weapons in its arsenal[/url]. An exagerated, telegraphed version, not of much use against a moving, resisting opponent but wholly focused on hitting as hard as possible. And Ajax could hit hard. With a deafening impact, his granite fist crashed against the wall and the spells within and blew them all right out of the building, exploding chunks of masonry to the wind and creating a thick cloud of dust within the room.

The blast knocked down the many tins and trays loaded with food and the jugs and bottles of wine with a chaotic clattering that added to the sudden pandemonium, and depending on the wind the closest townspeople may have well heard the house on the hill suddenly lose a wall. [b]"I'M UNSTOPPABLE!"[/b] Ajax roared as a spray of rainwater washed over him. It was most certainly no act as the massive beast of a man roared, lost in the joys of strength. It was time for his companions to burst into the room, and it was time for Isabeau to leave in the commotion.

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