Captain Douglas Falcon drew in a great beath, filling his lungs in preparation for the exclamation that would soon follow. He gazed upon his foe, a rogueish glint inhabiting his eyes, for he would deliver pain beyond pain to this hapless sap before him. And so he spoke the first portion of his declaration, drawing back a single arm that bulged with muscle and sinew.
Now! It was time to unleash the blazing fury of his attack. Captain Falcon concluded his shout:
As he did so, the Captain brought his fist forward with incredible speed, crimson flames bursting into life and enshrouding his arm and fist like a fatal wreathe. Both fist and inferno, one entity of pain and suffering, slammed directly into Captain Falcon's foe. The enemy was sent flying, soon gone with a departing twinkle in the cloudy skies.