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John continued his assault on the ground, as the hairline cracks became larger and larger, spreading out from the point of his assault. Just as the ground was about to give way, however, he heard a hissing sound. It was as though he was surrounded by a good dozen of angry snakes. Suddenly, a rancid, yellow gas spewed forth, and began to surround him. He was confused, and wasn't even sure exactly where his previous target had gone in his tantrum. He looked around as the gas clung to the ground and began to envelope his position. It seemed like they had figured out at least one of his weaknesses. He got up and looked around for a moment, apparently snapped out of his rage in a manner befitting most people. He saw Gregory just outside the gas, and before he knew it, he had given the command.

"Wrap it up boys, we're behind schedule."

John was happy to oblige, but he the gas was beginning to close in. He had plenty of experience with fat, gas-spewing super Eliot to know that he had to hold his breath. Immediately, he had a flash back to an old comic book he had read once. He grinned and readied himself for a leap that would probably end in a crater wherever he landed. His massive legs contracted, and he took off into the air with a tremendous burst of speed, his super strength propelling him not only above and over the gas, but high enough to see the tops of the relatively small buildings on either side of the road. As he neared the end of his ascent, he felt gravity taking hold of him again, and realized that he wasn't exactly sure where he was going to end up crashing. One thing was for certain though.

Whatever part of the road he hit, there wasn't going to be any more road.

John closed his eyes and waited for the impact, certain that his new attack would probably be very effective with the proper training.