The man’s visage turned up in a strange display of pleasure at what had occurred. “No. No, no, no, no. Fine. Now my turn,” the stranger said.
The stranger charged, launching a fierce uppercut, which sent Kratos flying into the air, skipping across the roof of his house, and finally coming to rest in his yard.
This was no ordinary man.
The stranger followed with an enormous leap, landing less than a dozen paces from the God of War.
Kratos rolled away, springing to his feet and planting them firmly to brace for another onslaught.