The Last Heracleidae, Part 2
Their first clash was one of strength where both hero and villain launched themselves forward with fists that struck each other in their cheeks. And, although Apex’s blow felt like it almost ripped his head off his shoulders, Sam’s quick use of Bulwark helped him endure the punch that would have felled even the thickest of tree trunks. As for Apex, well, the grin on his face suggested the villain enjoyed that exchange more than it hurt him.
“Was that it?” Apex asked in a mocking tone.
A bristling Sam planted his feet in the asphalt, and with a taunt of, “Here’s some more knuckle sandwich!” flung a right-fisted haymaker at the same cheek he’d struck earlier. This second blow—which Triple-A once again informed Sam was boosted to four times his regular strength—was so heavy that the bridge rumbled in protest.
“How was that?” Sam taunted.
Apex, whose head had swiveled to the right as he met Sam’s punch, spat blood on the ground before replying with, “Better.”