She ripped his clothes off. "So this is why I have superhuman strength." she thinks, taking in the sight before her. Like Michaelangelo himself came and sculpted this beauty. His legs stood firmly on the ground, the paleness of the skin sticking out in the dark background. His calves were smooth and rounded, showing the strength through beauty. His muscles bulge, sculpting upwards. The back is strong and broad, sleek curves lining his blades. His chest is lustrous, his polished muscles gleam. A Herculean neck leads to the strong jawline, and his face. His face . . . well who's looking at that anyway?