I was completely surrounded on all corners, there was no way out from this encirclement of fish men and their smelly breath. Usually I'm not one to resort to brute force and bulldoze my way through all of my obstacles. But what's the point of having supper strength when you can't smash everything to bits like the hulk.
I crouched down, and shot forward, angling my shoulders so that as I moved, I was smashing through bodies. It was like someone threw a bowling ball right into a crowd of fishmen shaped bowling pins. I guess to an onlooker the ensuing carnage would be down right gory and stomach churning. But what can I say, it is, what it is.
