The bones of my knuckles protrude through the dilapidated tatters of my crimson-stained skin. A cool evening breeze carries away the reeking scent of my singed hair and charred clothes. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, floating around inside my concussed cranium. A mile-long trail of unconscious thugs chronicles our path through the city, but at long last, our mission has reached its conclusion. The mayor’s daughter is safe again.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you again” Mike Haggar promises his young blonde daughter as he clenches her close to his massive, muscled chest. You said it, big buddy; you said it. No way could this ever happen again.
