Breakin' Faces

Martial artists undergo rigorous training to ignore the subconcious limitations of their strength and break bricks with their hands.

For GESS, this is unnecessary. They do not have the limitations in the first place.

So when Min 'Eisendonner', GESS 3016, began an enraged charge down Unnamed's high street, people knew to get out of the way.


Min's target sat at a table outside his favourite café. Something about the man, despite appearing to be a slight, short fellow, seemed to absorb the scenery and draw attention towards him. Perhaps it was the way he dressed (a purple suit?!); or the way he slouched (as if he owned the place!); or the way his companion, a teenage girl (half-dead, she looks!), cowered and made herself barely noticeable in comparison.

Or perhaps it was because some part of the observer's mind still recognised that he was taking up a lot more space than he appeared to.

Min had learnt to spot this man - he was calling himself Roy Elfial today - from a distance of several metres, a distance which was closing at increasing speed. Onlookers would later say it appeared Min's feet never touched the ground.