"Right." The names of this story have been omitted to fit his current identity, for the safety of all involved. "I was heading to file some paperwork, legal stuff to get into the Olympic tryouts at a Courthouse in Missouri. I am literally getting off the bus there and jogging up the steps because I wanted to get this stuff done so it wouldn't be a problem when I got there. About half a block away is this construction site, and I am not thinking much about the noise coming from it at first."

"Then, the sounds of something going boom in the physical sense got my attention, and as I'm turning and staring. I am literally seeing a super-villan raging through it. And I never got a good look at him cause the next thing I knew, I had been hit down by something and there was a lot more screaming and yelling going on. For some reason, when I opened my eyes, I was looking into the doors of the courthouse, which had steel rebar sticking through it in the glass and the pillars, and I can't stand up without my ribs just being on fire, so I look down and...three bars of rebar."

He taps the three spots where the circular scars are.

"I think that's the point where I started screaming. And then the noises of more people shouting and something exchanging punches started up behind me. Next thing I know there's a guy who just appeared with a burst of displaced air in front of me, doesn't even bother asking if I'm hurt, because you know holy CHRISTFUCK steel rebar through the torso, apologizes for what's about to hurt, but he's going to get me to medical attention."