I wasn't a superhero. I was sound asleep at 3 or 4 AM. I was in Texas to help a Baptist church and evangelist with their two week revival.
One night, three men all at once attacked me at my weakest, a deep sleep. Each one held my arms while the other tried to smother/ choke me to death. The Lord helped me utilize techniques that He taught me over the years, through my teachers and special insights, to fight them from my back on the bed. They were standing around me and kept attacking after I threw them away. They finally realized that they were going to die. They were shown mercy after being trashed enough to demonstrate their mortality. Then they were preached the reality of hell and judgement.
I'm not a tough guy. I've just been blessed with training in multiple fighting / combat arts since I was young. The attack in Texas was one of many that occured with no referees or rules, where evil people tried to murder me or mine at various times. It's been a series of major blessings looking back at how the Lord provided protection in major combat scenarios.