He hit me. It was like he was punching stone.

My head snapped back, and he hit me again. I was able to stand.

He was able to get off another one at me and turned around and hit my friend. I hurt, but the pain passed quickly.

I reached out and issued retaliation. I was playing for keeps. I did not start this fight, and I wasn�t about to let him end it.

His skull was fragile, and my hand crashed into it sending a shockwave through his head. He stumbled backwards to regain his balance. I was smaller than him, and so he assumed it was a lucky hit.

As he swings next I am able to move out of the way, and jab into his nose. Then again. Over and Over. I am taunting him with me speed. I slowly peck at the crown of his nose until I see blood trailing down his face.

Now I am done playing. He tries to grab me and I grab him underneath his armpits and we are locked. But though I am smaller I am much stronger, and with my strength I toss him through the room onto the bar.

At this point his two buddies grab for me, but I allow my skin to rend and I force out six steel claws. I am like Wolverine, and his friends pull back in terror of my strength and ferocity.

The people in bar have all backed away and I slowly walk over to the man who attacked me lying broken on the bar. As I stand above him, with my strange claw exposed, he says, �You don�t have to hurt me. I am sorry. I am sorry.�

To which I reply, �You started this fight, and I am the guy who ends it.� And with that I sink my blades deep into his chest, until I can hear the air from his lungs escape.

Then I pay my bill, and walk out the door, as the room sees me and fears my every step, because they know the power within me.

I wake up, and I rub my hands. I wish they were bleeding.