Now I don't know if this was a good thing, or a bad thing. Here me out now. On one hand, I suddenly didn't hurt all over any more. But on the other hand, my face really hurt a lot, and there was a me-sized imprint on the wall behind me. Right now I was on the floor, having just fallen out of said imprint after 'New Hermes's' punch had sent me flying back, and he was stepping through my front door.
"So, how do you feel? Embarrassed? Confused? Nauseated?" he asked, squatting down so he could get a better look at me.
"None of the above" I grunted, pushing myself up into the weird starting position you see in olympic runners and stuff. I took a short breath in, and tackled Hermes at chest height (which was more like waist height, because he was crouching).
Well, I thought I did.
I'd never seen anything like it. Just before I hit him, he stood up, walked round to my side, put a foot on my bak and stomped me into the floor. All on less than a second. All I saw was a blur - but obviously I knew he stomped me by the massive pain in my back and a second me-sized hole that I was residing in, now in the floor. I didn't even both getting up.
"What's the matter? Giving up?" Hermes said playfully, dancing around in front of me like a boxer, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. I simply groaned and pushed myself slowly out of the ground.
"Well, that would have killed most people and you still seem to be alive. Guess that means you're one of us". He grinned widely. "Welcome to the party!"