Not much, but, then, I don't really have to.

There's only a second between the guards lifting their weapon and firing and, in that second, all you can think to do is lift your arms and cross them in front of you as though you were going to block punches instead of bullets. Perhaps not the best reaction, but it was all you could think to do. Under normal circumstances, that reaction would have ended with you dead with just a bit more holes in your arms than there would have been if you hadn't lifted them. Luckily for you, these circumstances were far from normal.

The guards fired and the sounds of gunshots were loud in the cramped room as they unloaded their weapons at you. Bullets flew and hit their mark, slamming into your body at high velocity...and bouncing off of you like they were no more than pebbles shot at you by a pre-schooler's slingshot. You barely felt the impact, the bullets not even really stinging as they hit your skin and smashed flat against you as though you were made of titanium instead of flesh and blood.

It took you a moment to realize that this was what was happening, but, when the gunfire stopped and you were still standing without bullet holes in you or any wound to speak of on your body, you came to the realization very quickly. Not only were you bigger, stronger and more ripped than you had once been, but you were also, apparently, bulletproof. In fact, you were starting to think that there wasn't much that could hurt you now. And that realization put a smile on your face that could only be called dangerous as you lowered your arms and fixed your steel gray eyes upon the guards who were now looking down at their spent weapons in dumbfounded disbelief.

"Well, well. Ain't that fuckin' somethin'? That the best you got, boys?", you chuckled at them, your voice rumbling at a lower octave than it had been before this change to your body, and then fixed them with a lethal stare, "Guess it's my turn now, huh?"

With that, you stepped forward quickly, your fist wound back and then coming up in a swing from below as you aimed an uppercut at the lead guard's chin. You swung with your full strength, wanting to test out just what you could do, and the results were, frankly, spectacular. Your fist impacted with the guard's chin and his head went flying off like he was a cheap toy. Blood spurted and flesh ripped as the guard's head went flying up to the ceiling and then splattered against the cement like a watermelon being shot from a cannon, raining down blood, brain and skull fragments upon you and the guards that remained.

You stopped and looked at your own fist in disbelief and, comically, the remaining four guards did the same as their suddenly headless comrade's body stood for a moment longer as though not realizing it was sans head, blood spurting from the ragged hole in his neck where his head had once been. Then the body toppled backwards onto the floor and the guards all broke from their shocked silence and paralysis, screaming out in terror and turning on their heels to escape from the room and from you. You, meanwhile, grinned like a kid on Christmas with a brand new toy. Super-strength, invulnerability and a body like one of those marble statues of Greek gods (but with a bigger cock)? Yeah. You were gonna _enjoy _this.

And the first step on your enjoyment? Taking out the fuckers that had kidnapped you in the night and used you like a guinea pig for some weird experiment. Sure, that experiment had ended up _really _well for you, but that didn't change the fact that they'd stuck needles into you until you'd died and then dumped you in a corpse pit like you were garbage. That rubbed you the wrong way so, after you thanked them for making you the suddenly super-powered mountain of bad-ass motherfucker you are now, you felt obliged to tear them limb from limb. It only seemed right.

To that end, you ducked through the door that the guards had escaped through and followed the sound of frantic screaming down the hallway that the door led to. It wasn't hard to follow the trail, you found, as your senses also seemed sharper than they once had been. That would probably explain how you had been able to see in the dark down in the pit and how you could follow the sound of the guards' footsteps and cries and the scent of their fear through the twisting halls of the prison and into an open room that looked like it had once been a gym, but was now looking more like a military checkpoint. It seemed that this was where the guards congregated as the screaming guards were there and joined by dozens of other guards armed to the teeth. There were machine guns, high-powered rifles and what looked like a rocket launcher aimed at you at that moment, but you only smiled and gave a wave to the assembled guards.

"Hey, fellas. This all for me? I'm flattered. And impressed you could get this all set up so quick. What did you have, a couple o' minutes? Nice.", you remarked as the guards aimed their weapons at you, another dangerous grin coming to your lips, "Let's see how long it takes me to break it all down. I'm thinkin' I can beat your time...easy."

And that's when the world exploded in fire and steel all around you.