Michael groaned in pain as he was struck, bending over and holding his gut as he recovered from the blow.  "Nasty little bugger," he snarled, reeling back his fist and channeling another spell.  With a<i>Force Punch</i>, Michael sought to slug the halfling in the chest, the force of the blow enough to knock the wind out of the small foe, but with the amplification of his spell it might even break a rib or two.  Not to mention it would send him hurtling backwards and likely into a table, some chairs, and then the wall to top it all off.  Michael seriously didn't look that strong, but hey, looks could be deceiving.<br/><br/>The townspeople of Gottside would sing songs of the man with the uncanny punch, who could send men hurtling across rooms or down, threatening to lose their lunches with a sock to the jaw.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>