Paul sat up and glared towards the Germans, leaning back again, he looked at the rest of the group and chuckled.

"Now they've all got cancer, or at least are gonna be really sick." Almost on cue, one of the soldiers puked on the ground and passed out. Paul held up his fist in triumph.

"Oh, uh, don't worry, I didn't get any of you, it's uh, under control, you see." Again, almost on cue, a large blast of nuclear energy shot out of Paul's right elbow, which he failed to hide by shoving it behind his body.

"You're not in any danger, trust me! I'm just... having a little..." He growled as he attempted to halt the flow of energy. As he got ever angrier, a much larger blast erupted from the top of his head, and his eyes glowed much brighter.

Leaping off the armored van and walking towards a nearby building, he rested a hand against it and shook his head. 

[i]Control it, you worthless Serbian asshole![/i] He screamed internally. [i]Daddy was a slav and that means you can't control your American awesomeness? Dammit, me! You gotta do this, for America![/i]

Paul's suit contained the energy, finally, and he took to resting against the wall. His father had known war, but Paul never thought America would ever come close to what had happened in Yugoslavia.