"You! You bastard, you are an ex-serviceman! You're using the Military Boxing style from the Army!"
The soldier in the battle armor shouted with an accusatory tone as he pointed at Misery, his rage growing as he realized that this man was likely someone who should theoretically be his comrade.
Meanwhile, Misery did not even respond to him, charging forward in the boxing stance and easily closing the distance between them. The operator of the battle armor panicked slightly as Misery had become much faster now that he was actually using a proper style.
"Stay away! Incineration Blast!" he shouted as he aimed his palm toward Misery, where the repulsor within began charging orange light.
Misery simply slapped away his hand with ease, causing the cannon-sized beam of orange light to lance through a nearby building. Misery then unleashed a solid haymaker punch toward the fellow's chin that sent him flying backward and over the edge of the building's rooftop.
