I have the strongest hands, with these strong hands I was able to crack rocks, iron, and any substance. Anything.
For having such power, I was stabbed in the back many times, this is the only way to fight me, since its useless to fight me face on, my hands can even, crack humans. But I never wanted to do that, not even something I would think about. But at times I was forced to think about such hideous things, I was attacked very frequently and it became well known that I wont fight back. Im too afraid to kill.
I didn’t want such things to happen to me, my power became my weakness. Im weak because im powerful.
I was about to get into another fight, I was ready to kill, to kill a human. Yet I kept hesitating. I hesitated for a long time already.
I was ready to end this horrible way of living.
So I cracked my hands for my enemies, and they saw me.
I no longer possessed the power of the strongest hand.
Im free, now I can fight fairly without much trouble, I had to teach them a lesson. It was my only solution. No talk no nothing, just pure fists of rage of a noble fighter.
I cracked my hands for you my enemy, I did it and im glad I did.