I snarl, wiping the blood from my nose, my glare locking onto you with contempt. Without hesitation, I launch forward, driving my fist into your gut and sending you hurtling back to Earth. I’m on you before you land, striking again, seizing your throat—only to release you at the last moment, slamming you into the ground with the full force of my boots. The earth quakes beneath the impact, a crater forming as I drive you deeper with a final, punishing kick.

"Pathetic. You carry Viltrumite blood, yet you waste it on these fragile creatures. Why resist the inevitable? Why not embrace what you were meant to be?"