Vilgax Broly hits

Broly swung a haymaker directly into his solar plexus and for an instant he was free from gravity. All his organs flew down into his feet. Vilgax hit the opposite wall of cells, crumpling the taydenite-reinforced prisoner crates and wedging him into a perfectly Vilgax-shaped indent.

"Good," said Vilgax. "This is right. Again."

Broly stepped forward and clenched each individual finger into a fist. His other hand held his shoulder, cracking his neck as he wound it through its full rotation, working out every crick. And he gave him what he asked for.

The next punch took him through the metal plate wall and three more walls and into the mess hall where the starship's officers were enjoying their lunch, blowing tables and smaller staffmembers to every corner of the room. Every neatly-stacked column of prison cells toppled calamitously and fell into a pile in the jail area, pulping the guards unlucky enough to be caught underneath them. Vilgax's private bodyguards simply disappeared through superior speed. They were the very best.

- Round 0