Krauser leaned into the blow with his forehead, knowing he couldn't dodge in time. He would take this opportunity to gauge Bison's strength. The hit landed right where Krauser's scar was from the last time he was struck in the forehead.Diablo1099 said:snip
It felt like making head-to-head contact with a charging bull, horn first. That would have been a problem if Krauser was a lesser man. The impact pushed him back a few inches but he stayed braced and on his feet like a statue, Bison's hand still pressing against his skull.
"That actually hurt. But why don't you try this!"
Krauser grabbed Bison's arm in a massive vice grip and yelled,
"GIGANTIC CYCLONE!"
He pulled Bison in close then unleashed a hellish spinning furry of blows. He whirled around so fast that a cone of hurricane-speed winds formed around him, each blow connecting like the businesses end of a cannonball.
On the last blow, he ejected Bison out of the fist-made tornado, sending him sailing into a brick wall.
"Is that the best you can do?"