Blonsky's mad dash swept across New York's Broadway like a sudden storm.
His massive body seemed to contain endless power in every inch of muscle. Each stomping step made the ground tremble with booming crashes. Like a colossal beast that had broken free of its reins, he ignored all rules and order and charged straight into the bustling streets.
The pedestrians froze at first, then erupted into terrified screams and scattered in every direction.
Drivers slammed on their brakes and spun their steering wheels, trying to avoid the sudden giant, but Blonsky had appeared too abruptly and moved too fast. In an instant, the once-orderly traffic had completely collapsed.
Car crashes followed one after another. The harsh screech of colliding metal and the crisp shattering of glass intertwined into a symphony of chaos.
Blonsky showed no reaction. His eyes remained fixed ahead, as if the entire world had nothing to do with him.
His footsteps were as heavy as mountains, each one enough to make the surrounding buildings shake. Every obstacle in the street, whether parked vehicles or roadside facilities, seemed unbearably fragile before his charge.
Lighter objects were sent flying when he rammed into them, while heavier ones were shoved aside with brute force or simply crushed beneath his body, leaving devastation in his wake.
The vehicles unfortunate enough to be caught up in it were like fragile toys, casually tossed around by Blonsky.
Some were overturned by an invisible force, wheels pointing skyward as they spun in place. Others were kicked away by him, flying far into the distance like fallen leaves swept up by a hurricane before finally stopping only when they crashed into buildings on the other side.
Still others were slapped into the air with a single blow, tracing exaggerated arcs before vanishing into the