With a non-mutated arm, he stands there motionless. He stands there silently looking down at me, his immense, mammoth frame radiating an imposing and unparalleled level of authority whilst also dwarfing my frame entirely, casting a long and leviathan shadow across the floor and walls of the dilapidated building. In a muscular, large hand, he holds the large piece of rubble that was just about to put my life at its end.