Open with a prison somewhere in England. A supervillianess in leopard print named Vixen is busting in with her cronies to free the Juggernaut. He’s tearing through the walls, letting free a variety of no good doers in the process. Then suddenly POW! Captain Britain punches him square in the nose. But instead of your typical grandstanding posturing, these two quietly discuss terms of surrender. Of course there is nothing but sarcasm on The Juggernaut’s end of this. We pull back some distance to the sound of several light punches then POW! Captain Britain is hurled miles from the fight with one powerful punch from the unstoppable Juggernaut.
This was the first few pages of Excalibur #3. This comic, more than any other, cemented my love for comic books. Sure, I dabbled here and there in various superhero titles. I had already been a big fan of Groo the Wanderer. I read my share of Spider-Man. I had already read the two part stunner that killed Gwen Stacy in a Marvel Tales reprint. I picked up the occasional G.I. Joe comic. But I never had anything that hooked me like this.