Michael had been down and out for quite some time. Fortunately, he had just now awakened, arising from a pile of nearby rubble, head bleeding and vision slightly clouded. "What the hell happened...?" He asked himself as he tries make sense of the blurred mess laying before him. The last thing the tactician could remember was a monster of a man, sending him flying with a single punch that hit like a freight train. His body aching and feeling drained, Michael dared not advance until he could form some sort of strategy that would help him out the mess he had gotten himself into.