To punch someone hard normally requires a big swing to get a fist moving fast enough. Not in my new martial art. I could start with my fist stationary...an inch in front of my opponent's face, and then I could push my forearm forward with seven tons of force. My arm not weighing very much, that much force would accelerate it to a significant speed even in just an inch, hitting my target's face shockingly hard, and the follow through would be pretty impressive too. More realistically, I'd use an. I'll tell you a story that happened to me some time ago, it was the middle of the week I Ernest and Chris were in the classroom Sebastian was free, we were all 20 but I ran out of class 15 because the professor was also a replacement, so the apartment got faster, I was about 16 I went upstairs, entered the apartment and went to his room, swept up and remembered that Seb had a day off so I went to his room, quietly because I knew that he likes the free sleep to 15 or and differently, quietly I. I cried because I knew someone was going to be hurt and I couldn’t stop it. It must have been an hour or more when I heard a tapping on my door. I didn’t respond and I heard my mother’s voice. ‘Petey? Petey please open the door and let me in. I have some dinner for you. You missed supper.’ Nothing more for a moment, then ‘Please? Peter, please let me talk to you.’ I had no choice. She was my mother and she said please. What could I do? I turned the lock and than moved quickly back to sit on. Another shudder shook her bodily. Turning to prop her head on the shower wall, she closed her eyes and continued."Maggie," that was Bert's voice. "Do you want privacy?"Opening her eyes, she saw Bert standing next to her. She looked down. Bert had a good stiffy. She shook her head no."I'll go back to my shower." He walked back over to his showerhead.Maggie watched the butt muscles flex on his return. Stepping on the bar of soap, she slipped to the floor. Her butt stung from the ordeal.Bert came.