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[i]Gonad's bushy eyebrows furrowed in stern disapproval as his opponent gave up his weapon. This was dishonorable. An enemy giving himself a handicap, as though Gonad had not come prepared to lay his flesh and blood against steel?

What followed next was the perfect brutality of a barbarian scorned. Gonad remained where he was as Sky launched into his attack. Until the last moment that is. Right before the blow struck, he would drop his chin so that Sky's knuckles would instead smush into the dense bone of his forehead, easily snapping metacarpals and potentially spraining the blonde fighter's wrist. Gonad's skull was unyielding, and given his power to physically scale with any opponent he fought, the result of punching his mighty forehead would be the same as one human fighter slamming his fist into the thick bone plate of another.

The instant Sky's fist struck Gonad, the berserker would twist his upper body sharply to his right, bringing his left knee gusting up to collide against his enemy's right flank with expert timing and enough speed to match Sky at his best. Not even a supernatural barrier would stay the immanent power of Gonad. His was the realm of raw strength, honed to such a degree that the lack of weapons, armor, and offensive magic were negligable. As the blonde man's right arm and body would be devoted to the punch, his sensitive liver would be wide open for the ballistic knee, ribs creaking and skin bruising on impact. Needless to say, it would not feel very good. 

After the brief exchange, were Sky to back off, Gonad would allow him to do so. If this occurred, Sky would be able to notice something unsettling. Gonad's arms were still folded. He had handicapped himself to match how Sky had relinquished his spear.[/i]