"W-What? What just happened?" The boss asked, stumbling back out of his chair. He positioned his club in front of him, ready to fight Zion if he took even one step.
"What did you do?" He demanded, sweat dripping down his face. 'I'm a grand master and not even I can take them all out in an instant like that! Those guys were my strongest men!'
"What's with that look on your face?" Zion asked as he took a step forward. "Oh, I know. That's the face of a sinner."
"You bastard!" The boss charged at Zion, club in hand, and swung with all his might. The weapon collided with the ground, smashing it to smithereens under the sheer force of his strength.
"That's how you fight?" Zion asked, crushing the club with his foot. He then kicked the guy's knee, which forced him to the ground, kneed him in the face, and finished off with a bone-crushing kick to the chest, all with his hands in his pockets for the style points.
