scout scan an HAV until it exploded.

What the hell did I just read?

It was a slow, uneventful skirmish match. I had recently hiked up the hill overseeing the 2 point city. An enemy Python had been harassing us for some three minutes, and I intended to forge it down. After several seconds of watching the skies, I saw the dropship zooming by overhead. It was firing missiles in my direction, by it was easily out o my effective range. My patience growing thin, I spotted a single missile landing in close proximity to a friendly LAV. The LAV jolt to a halt, and a Gallente scout emerged from the driver's seat.

I suspected the scout to be proceeding on foot towards a nearby objective, but this was not the case. He gazed at the dropship, as if concocting some sort of plan. I was about one second away from looking away when I saw it, the most glorious act of valor my immortal eyes ever gave witness to. With the Python now stationary, overlooking the opposite end of the map, the Gallente scout struck the back of his LAV with his fist. This scout absolutely has to be the strongest human being to ever grace the universe with it's presence. The nanosecond his fist collided with the LAV, gravity lost any and all control over this LAV. Spinning horizontally clockwise at a speed I could not comprehend, the LAV launched into the skies in the blink of an eye.

I was struck with inconceivable awe. The LAV collided with the enemy Viper with perfect accuracy. The Viper immediately recoiled, sustaining a fatal blow the second it collided. It was sent barreling away to it's destruction, no doubt landing deep in the redline. The same could not be said for the LAV. The LAV was still blazing ahead into the heavens, it's momentum and velocity unaltered by the collision. I saw it fly farther into the redline than I ever could have thought possible. It's razor straight trajectory had not been altered in the slightest. After staring at the biblical feat just performed by the scout, the LAV vanished from sight. I suspect it had accelerated to a speed well exceeding lightspeed, as I was no longer able to view it in any capacity.

Being forced into a state of disbelief and utter confusion, I turned my gaze back to the scout, who I was preparing to worship as the god and king of universe. The scout was no longer there, he had vanished out of sight completely. Where did this scout go? How and why has he been gifted with this biblical powers? Who is this godlike superhuman, whose first instinct upon seeing an ADS is to throw an LAV at it with perfect accuracy? Some of these answers will remain unsolved until the end of time, but one thing is certain: The chosen merc walks among us. I suspect that his punch alone has the power to cut through not only your molecular structure, but also your basic perception of time.

I feel that this is fitting music to describe the incident.

If your claws deactivate gravity, you, being the lower of the two masses, would progress away from the impact at a much higher rate than the LAV.

If you punch a LAV hard enough to launch it in a ballistic fashion, it would most likely just be punctured by your fist, and not move at all.

I am a descendant of Schrodinger's Cat, I have quantum powers.

Do not question me.

Truth.