The solid oak bar trembled as Shenron hit it, rolling backward over it as the bartender tried to intervene. Instead of stopping when his feet touched the floor, the rolling continued and became more like back flips, Shenron's hands and feet finding purchase easily. Up the wall behind the bar he continued, like some sick humanoid spider, the roof solid under hisfeet he squatted, upside down on the ceiling for a moment before springing at Kalika, his motion a blur as he gripped Kalika by the shoulders and brought his feet up against her chest, knocking her to the floor. There was a familiar crunch of bone and Shenron paused, rapture on his face as he inhaled deeply and smiled at the joy he felt. It had become quite a scene in the bar, a man of unnatural ability squatted on the chest of an inhumanly strong woman. Staring down at Kalika, Shenron's face became cold and impassive.

I think you will find that this old man's touch has grown somewhat more devastating since our paths last crossed, leech.

For emphasis he dug his thumbs into the slight nook between collar bone and shoulder, an evil sneer spilling across his face.