Moving with lethal speed, Greg appeared directly before Commander Harold. Without hesitation, he struck a brutal punch to the commander's gut, the force compressing his diaphragm and cutting off his air supply in a terrifying chokehold. Harold's face twisted with sudden shock and pain as he struggled to breathe. Before he could recover, Greg followed with a savage hammer blow to the side of his head, the impact reverberating through his skull and sending him crashing violently to the ground.
Greg didn't pause. He slammed his heavy boot down onto Commander Harold's head, grinding it mercilessly into the dirt with absolute disregard. The commander barely had a chance to shield himself.
"Fun fact," Greg sneered, his voice cold and mocking as he looked down at the battered man beneath him, "you wouldn't have even been able to touch me that day—even if you had tried."
