Irresistable Meets Immovable Object

Seeing the two super men speeding toward him, Superman doesn't have time to dodge, even at superspeed, his enhanced brain calculates that one of the flying men will impact him. Instead he does the only thing he can, rely on his invulnerability.

Superman flexes the muscles of his torso to their maximum hardness, his abs tighten and his pectoral muscles flex stretching his costume, so that it looks like the 'S' shield is painted on his chest.

He flexes his quads, planting himself firmly in the ground, and activates his flying power willing his body to be rooted to the spot.

It is at that moment the two flying super men hit him, one impacting with his abs the other with his pecs. The energy given off by the impact is tremendous, some of it absorbed by Superman's body, much deflected back against the two flying muscle men as their momentum is instantly reduced to zero.

The effect is like a bomb exploding, the air in the immediate vicinity becoming instantly super heated as all the oxygen burns up in moments, as the entire building explodes outward.

Despite rooting himself firmly to the ground, with his legs and his flying power, Superman finds himself knocked backwards by the incredible **** of the impact, so great in fact, he momentarily blacks out.

Superman opens his eyes, blinking them several times to clear them, as his vision comes into focus. The first thing he feels is pain, incredible pain from his abs and chest from the twin impacts of the two henchmen. The next, as his vision clears, is the fact that he is lying in a crater, about 50 yards across, all that is left of the bank building. His back is partially embedded in the wall of the crater, the sides of rock and soil turned glassy from the **** heat.

As he staggers groggily to his feet, wincing in pain from his muscles as he moves them, he realizes that much of the front of his costume has been blasted away from the incredible **** of the impact, his 'S' shield mostly gone, just some charred bits left.

Superman surveys the scene around him, lying in the crater are the prone forms of the henchmen, the two that struck him clutching their hands in agony, the other two he was tussling with, prostrate, stunned by the **** of the impact.