The group stopped firing shots once he hurled his weapon away to stop Clark from flying around.
Under his balaclava, the man smirked with arrogance, while lifting the right arm of his shirt.
He revealed his bare arm and as he did this, grey rock started to form across it. It made his arm look like that of a rock golem's. Just from its rugged, heavy appearance, Clark could tell that he was going to possess immense strength.
His eyes were brazen and he did not look off Clark for even an iota of a second.
"Die!" He roared, hurling forward this gargantuan fist.
Clark could see the movement of his arm as clearly as ever and from how slow it was going, he could tell that it was not going to be of any concern to him.
Therefore, he remained in place just to see how hard he could strike him.
POW!
His coarse knuckles crashed into his chest and his body didn't move an inch.
