He should have seen it coming, been better prepared, but Hanz had rarely dealt with someone as fast as him, possibly faster, as much of his combat training and experience was on weaker and more normal individuals. When her forehead cracked against his nose Hanz's eyes watered up as he roared in pain and threw his head back. It felt like the bone might have broken, but in reality it hadn't, and how his nose didn't start pouring out blood was another mystery he failed to understand. As Clara escaped out from his grip Hanz was still slightly stunned and the feeling of the branch smacking into his head didn't do him any good either. In fact, other than shattering the branch, the blow that Clara hit him with sent Hanz sailing a good ten or so feet away. A normal person would definitely have died, but his enhanced body ensured his survival as he rolled across the grass.<br/><br/>At this point the men who were approaching stopped dead in their tracks. Clearly they had misjudged the whole scenario as they slowly began to back away. Sheriff Doan on the other hand found whatever courage he had stored in that fat belly of his and drew his pistol aiming it for Hanz. The glint of the handgun off the sun caught the corner of Hanz's eye and he willed himself to his feet. "Oh no, not good," Hanz whispered aloud as the fat man waddled more like a penguin, beads of sweat already pouring down his face and stinging his eyes.<br/><br/>"You there, STOP right now!" Sheriff Doan yelled with as much authority as he could muster, and then the pistol fired due to his hand shaking so much. The bullet whizzed through the air and straight into Hanz's left shoulder, embedding itself in the thick tissue up there. "Grrrrawwwr!" Hanz let out a roar of pain and anger. He was torn between the two choices presented, kill the man who just shot him, or take off after Clara and ignore the fat man. He knew he could reach the Sheriff before he fired another shot, the man would die easily at his hands, but what would that solve? Likely it would attract more attention and make things worse than he already had made them by attacking Clara.<br/><br/>The question was, which direction had she gone, and could he realistically catch up to her? He had not clue, and likely not if she ran full speed. She was more agile, he had figured that out already, and thus the decision was made. In less than the blink of an eye his knees bent slightly and he pressed off with tremendous force and launched himself toward the fat penguin like man. Unlike with Clara where he tackled her and pinned her to the ground Hanz was in full on attack and kill mode. His right arm was cocked back and as he arrived at Doan his fist flew forward smashing into the man's face as the sound of his facial bones shattering could be heard. The sound was sickening as his face caved in, splinters piercing his brain and killing him instantly, the Sheriff was sent flying. Hanz didn't stick around to see how far as he immediately ran as fast as he could to where he and Clara had first entered town.