"So, that's my foe." Akira said, and braced himself.

He crouched down, then broke into a full sprint at Zharkov. At the last moment, he leaped into the air, and swung his prosthetic fist around like a hammer, aiming straight for his foe's head.

"FOR JUUUUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE."