Breaks Marx 1

I walked up and threw a left jab at his nose. He grinned and dodged his head. While his eyes were on my fist I front-kicked his right kneecap. His knee hyper-extended with a nasty crack and he screamed and bent at the waist to clutch his shattered joint and ran face-first into my rising right fist. The collision was catastrophic. He went down to the concrete and bled.
-Sledge vs. The Labyrinth, pg. 13