Somewhere between the shrug and the 'prime vacation spot', Peter had teleported. Claude had been his teacher one, for far, far too brief a time. The Englishman had known was he was doing, in teaching Peter to use his abilities, but the bastard had run off before his control had passed beyond the most basic impulses to activate, and withdraw a power.
Less than a week later, he'd gone nuclear.
The instant he was close enough, Peter drew back his arm and swung. It was a sucker punch, but he didn't care. He'd been waiting five years to deliver this punch.