Muscles are a meme. I could shit slap any musclehead faggot in this thread because I know how to fight and they’re just some glamour muscle gymfags. Combat comes down to two things – technique and killing intent, and I have more of both than any fucking gym retard. He won’t even understand what’s happening, he’ll feel tense and nervous before we even exchange blows, like he’s staring down the barrel of a gun even though I’m unarmed. That’s killing intent, and that’s why I would win. Not only that, I actually HAVE stared down the barrel of a gun… and the gun blinked, not me. I’m still here.