this morning #346.

this morning, the mere mention of mere mortals made him more mortified than normal for a man with such superhuman strength. if it came down to it, he could take them. he could take the whole lot of them right there in the parking lot. his fists would do the trick. no need for weaponry other than what the good lord gave him. still, a friend had recently regaled him with tales of iraqi ambushes. they’d infected his psyche, making him aware that no matter how fit or prepared he thought he was, it would only take one human to take him down. he hadn’t felt this vulnerable in years, a time before weights & protein shakes & steroids. for now, he’d just have to muscle through the fear.