Serj, armed with nothing but his fists, which were actually his favored weapon with as large and powerful as he was, stood with his back against the wall, beside the cell door. He waiting for his moment. Any second now, and that scrawny fuck outside would come crawling into one hell of a beatdown.
He waited for what seemed like an eternity before finally peaking out around the doors edge, moving his face to the window, and peaking out. The being was still outside, but was now shocked to see it tapping the long staff it held against the doorjamb. "Must be testing the strength or somethin..." Serj whispered under his breath, thinking now about his accent, which his best friend and comrade, Mikhail, always laughed about. The accent had always shined through, even when Serj spoke foreign langauges, as their mission required, and was often being asked if he was from an Irish area or family.
He became impatient, putting his ear to the wall, and listening to the weak thuds from the creatures staff, figuring now that it must be rather weak. He walked from his wall, and braced his back against the wall opposite the door now, the cell only 3 feet or so wide. "Perfect" said Serj, grinning wide as he brought up his tremendously sized steel toed boot, and rammed it into the center of the door, sending the entire door jarring from its hinges, and landing the whole steel body of the door right on top of the being, crushing it under the weight.
Serj walked out from his cell, grinning at the yellow blood gushing from under the door, as he walked to a row of lockers on the other side of the room used for storing patients equipment. Never taking time, always using the brute force of his powerful body, he ripped the door off the locker and grinned at his familiar, beaten up supplies. Pulling off the straight-jacket, revealing his massive body, rippling with muscle, he began to suit up.
He pulled on the leggings and vest-type body armor which didn't protect anything but his chest, back, and the front of his legs, but allowed his movement to go unrestricted, both 80mm thick and of immensely strong metal he forged with his own hands. Pulling out an odd, awkwardly shaped rod-type object 2 feet long, with a large, curved blade folded down along its body, the tip of the blade reaching the bottom of the rod, he strapped it to his belt. Then, pulling out his old, faithful pickaxe from his time on earth, working as an engineer then as well, he grinned wickedly, imagining the large titanium spike going through the armor of an enemy.
He stalked away, down the hall, and began to leave the ward, before turning back and grabbing a large, outdated, but very powerful radio from his locker, strapping it onto his back. "Gonna need this soon, once I find Mr. Russian 'special ops' boyo" said Serj humorously, still grinning with the glasgow smile, though his lips had turned down now with anger at the weird, glowing and humming terminals lining the room for the Scientists way of communication. "Damn technology, never understood all this 'the new and the best!'. Its all crap compared to both mine and Mikhails of our 'old fashioned' ways of doin things"
When all things come to an end, I will be there to carry you to the afterlife, dressed in my trenchcoat and dark green tophat, smoking a stick cigar of fine green smoke, and drinking the best whiskey Ireland can make.