kills blocky

My flying superman punch had knocked Blocky’s helmet clean off his square head. We fell to the snow in a tangle of limbs. A savage wrestle ensued, life and death hanging in the balance. He was strong. Incredibly strong. Bucking and jerking beneath me, he hammered my head and neck with heavy blows, any one of which would have felled a normal man. But at the moment, I was no man. My forged steel fists reared back wide, then descended like twin wrecking balls onto the sides of Blocky’s snarling face. Knuckles collided where once had been brainstem. Loosing a savage roar I ripped free my hands and surveyed the wreckage. Blocky was very, very dead.
-Sledge vs. The Labyrinth pg. 184