Branch Warren Sequence (Pt. IV)
The leader of this vicious crew of thugs is now nose to nose with you. His contorted beige face gives little clue to his origins: Is he Latin? Is he Asian? You can't tell! He demands your keys and money in some kind of fucked up accent as his saliva pellets your victimized face. "HEY!!" It's Branch! He runs out of the Outback Steakhouse with the speed and power of a running back sprinting for the winning touchdown. You take a step back as your assailant becomes distracted with the charging bull Branch! The gang doesn't know what to think as they survey the mass of twisted steel that is Branche's physique. Branch pulls off his wife beater and wraps it around his fist. His unreal torso shocks even the most hardened of these hooligans. He assumes a combat stance and moves into the space of the knife wielding gang leader with the prowess of a jungle cat. The leader swipes clumsily with his weapon, and Branch intercepts his wrist. The knife flies and skids across the asphalt. Branch now has the punk's wrist subdued with one hand and clutches his throat with the other. He lifts the crumb overhead and slams his body with Herculean Force into the cement. The fallen leader's cronies turn and run like frightened rats as Branch stands shirtless, gleaming in the afternoon sun as though he were forged by the gods themselves.
(Pt. V is coming)
