In a rage, Jimmy drew back his fist. It was his universal solution to all problems, beat the crap out of the handiest target. In the midst of the astounding, Jimmy could not consider anything beyond his immediate personal desires and inconveniences. He might have paused to think things out had Cheryl been holding a large gun, a tangible threat for him to dwell on. The fact that she had already demonstrated control of a force far beyond that of puny steel and lead still hadn't sunk in, after all she was just a woman. With no thought as to consequences, Jimmy torqued his shoulders around in a punch that would very likely kill the much smaller woman staring motionlessly at him. The blow never landed. Jimmy stumbled off balance and began screaming in horror.
Cheryl covered her mouth in shock with her hands. She hadn't intended to do that, really she hadn't. She'd been completely honest with Jimmy when she'd suggested that they could have fun, sexual fun. Jimmy's loud bitch-this and bitch-that was just normal Jimmy, it didn't mean anything. Even the slap wasn't so bad, but when Jimmy closed his fist, she panicked. She'd seen the kind of destruction that Jimmy's powerful arms and sledgehammer fists were capable of inflicting. Fun was no longer a consideration, just survival. Her only thought was to eliminate the threat, and she had. Wide eyed and horrified, Cheryl slowly backed away from Jimmy as he stood there screaming incoherently. A naked screaming man, a man you know, who suddenly has no arms, is utterly terrifying!
