"Are you kidding? This is the most fun I've had in weeks?" Ginger's voice has a familiar sadistic tinge to it, as if he's gone into a trance-like state. A quick glance outside reveals the bodies of nearly a hundred Dread soldiers, scattered about like a demonic child's painting. Ginger stands in the midst of it, fighting in hand to hand combat almost too quickly to be observed, literally tearing apart the incoming forces. [think of a Kryptonian from Man of Steel. He's like that]