Staring at his hand a moment, glancing at what remained of the speedster's head, which was splattered across the ground and upon his boots, Paul spat. He hadn't expected his fist to just travel through the man's head like it was a water balloon, and the man's speed was so incredible he himself doubted that he would hit in the first place.

Turning to the speedster's headless body, Fission lifted an arm and detonated the body with a single blast in a final act of disrespect to the Nazi son of a bitch. After a moment staring, Paul stomped the ground and roared out a string of profanities, most of which focusing on the man's mother, Hitler, the man's relation to Hitler, and Hitler's mother.

"...And it'd better be a big net!" He finished with another stomp, a pillar of energy shooting out the back of his helmet as he let out the last word, the energy subsiding once the new black-clad hero spoke. Turning with a frown, Paul snorted in a mocking fashion at the man's costume, it seemed a little too... German to him, but the man certainly didn't sound German. He turned to the others.

"You two alright? And I'd better not hear 'danke' or 'jawohl'!" He yelled out, turning his head to the other one last time, though scowling, he managed to hold out a hand to gesture as he spoke.

"I'm American, yes, what's with the code-name? Something you're hiding there? Whatever, if you are German, there's nothing you can do to me, I'm Paul, but [i]they[/i] call me Fission," he stated, without a clarification as to who "they" were, before turning away and clasping his hands in front of his thighs.

"Oh, and you might want to back up a bit, I'm kinda new at this whole 'being made of nuclear explosions' thing." He said, smiling.