Gorgon at Tier 10-11 / 300 victims / Punching down Peasy

The goggles opened and Gorgon cast his vampiric gaze out at the frozen crowd.
They shuddered and twitched as he tore their strength out. His body shook with the raw power of it, like the greatest sex of his life. Tier ten or eleven. Maybe higher. Weapons lowered and then clattered to the pavement.
Almost three hundred Seventeens collapsed in the street among the exes as the irises snapped shut.
Gorgon rolled his shoulders once and tried to settle the strength buzzing in his muscles. “Told you he was an idiot,” he said to Stealth.
Shots echoed in the air as he leaped off the arch, dropped twenty feet, and drove a kick into Rodney’s head. He rode the malformed skull to the ground and it made a satisfying crack as it hit the pavement. The hero slammed his fist into the giant’s throat and followed it up with a strike to the solar plexus. He drove two-three-four more punches home, flashing the goggles on each one, before Rodney’s arm swept him away.
It was like getting hit by a speeding car. Gorgon flew across the street, knocking down a dozen exes as he went.

Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 414-415
Peter Clines
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