Time to give this bastard a taste of his own medicine, I thought. Bruce's nostril-flaring smugness dug into me, igniting the desire for revenge. More. Just a little more. With a deafening roar, I broke free of his grasp. An image of my arm being as large and as strong as Hulk's flashed across my mind, and I grinned savagely.
"How the f**k… How the f**k did you do that?!" Bruce yelled out in shock, his mouth falling open as he gaped at me. It was no time to relax and rest on my laurels. Seizing the opportunity to attack, I whipped my knife right at him, aiming for his throat. At the very last moment, Bruce darted to the side, and my blade only scraped the side of his neck. A thin red line appeared, then opened up slowly and began to drip blood.
"Are you afraid of me now?" I taunted Bruce,
