You, a dangerous predator, always searching for mayhem, always ending that mayhem with one outcome, a win for you and a lose for the ones you have fought.

Yet, here you were, standing face to face with a great man, one who will put up a fight even on the brink of death, Soap.

You had two broken ribs, an agonising pain, yet Soap was shot in the shoulder and the leg but he was still putting up a fight? Wow.

You were the mighty red dragon, yet Soap was Saint George.