Superchick moves forwards. Fraulein Nazi smiles in total confidence. Then, suddenly, she flexes all her muscles. The sight is something that Superchick could not believe. Gigantic biceps are on huge shoulders, with gargantuan back and shoulder muscles. Her six pack looks like masses and masses of solid steel. Her thighs make tree trunks look small. Her calves are massive.

Superchick gasps in surprise. She has never dreamed of fighting anything like this. She pauses. Fraulein Nazi sees Superchick's sudden fear, and her smile gets broader. "Vell veakling" she chuckles. "I see zat you are not so keen now zat you see vot you are up against. I vill give you a choice. Ve fight, in vich case I break ze great Amerikaner superheroine into little pieces, or you run from me in fear. Of course you could kneel before me in abject submission, and acknowledge zat I am your superior, but ziz would not be fun for me. Ziz should happen only after I haff beaten you to a pulp. Vell Amerikaner veakling, Vot is it to be".

What do you do now?

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