He stands with his fists clenched.
His fury is a near tangible thing.
Legs spread wide and bent at the knees.
He is a spring wound too tightly.
Muscles ready to jump at a moment's notice.
Like a coil, he could suddenly snap.
But unlike a coil, he would unleash Hell.
His skin glows in the impossibly bright sun.
Like bronze polished to a high shine.
It's like fine silk gliding over hard steel.
Barely contained, barely restrained.
Even the sweat and grime can't take it away.
The beauty of his skin.
Sweat runs down his body in rivulets.
Creating rivers within its valleys.
He is both beauty and terror in one.
Without any words at all, he conveys his meaning.
"Stay out of my way, or you'll get hurt."
His entire body screams this.
From his clenched jaw and fists,
To the bunched up muscles of his shoulders.
He radiates pure power.
The very world around him is a reflection of his power.
Shear cliff faces surrounded by jagged terrain.
The scorching heat of the ever-present sun.
Like the scorching heat of his ever present gaze.
Never have I seen such a terrible sight.
Never have I seen such a magnificent sight.
His power and beauty are amazing.
He is amazing.