I slam into him full force, practically ripping him open with everything that I've got and sending him into a parked car that is probably going to cause the owner some grief now that it had a body put into it.  The Killjoys should be nervous, their big gun just got obliterated in less than a second.  And yet, as he sits up, the<em>how</em>of how this particular individual is different becomes clear.  He just did something like what I did.  "If you thought that was bad, try<em>this</em>!"  He's still recovering from the blow I gave him, and sure, he's probably got more of this in him, but I'm not playing around anymore.  I go for the arm that he's working, wanting to tear the thing all the way off and deny him a limb.