[@LeeRoy]

[i]Gonad took off towards his opponent at a surprisingly fast gait, palms slapping the floor. What was he even going to try to do? Clobber LeeRoy with his ragdoll legs? It would have been stupid had Gonad not looked as if he knew what he was doing. If LeeRoy stood his ground Gonad would slide to a stop three feet in front of him, still with such a deadly look of seriousness on his face that it was comical. A beat would pass, an awkward second for anyone that had expected some sort of sudden trick or unique skill to release their suspense and cover their eyes in humiliation. The barbarian would then whip a left kick at LeeRoy's head, aiming to dish out a flailing boot to the gob whilst the man was awestruck by the sheer stupidity of the situation. It was the sort of attack that was so ruthlessly blatant, so redundantly unexpected by virtue of its audacity, that even a psychic could be hit by it. The sort of blow that you know deep down is coming, but you have difficulty moving because your brain is too busy puzzling over how the fundamental forces that govern the sane universe could possibly allow someone to have the sheer gall to attempt such a thing in broad daylight and among other fully functioning human beings. Yet, it went deeper than that, like a toilet with unplumbed depths. If the kick were countered efficiently, the jocular atmosphere would shatter and Gonad would cease to be an object of comedy, hence rendering him metaphysically lethal in ways before unseen and unimagined, all pretenses of emotional context channeled into the act of laying waste to the one that had ruined the structure of the demi-plot.

LeeRoy was in a real bind this time. Gonad had just grabbed him, not physically, but on some other level that could not be proven to exist. What even was going on? Did Gonad somehow force the battle into a diegesistic loop of karmic pain, driven by the "that which you know should be" which pulsed deep within the hearts of those who observed and influenced from beyond, regardless of will? Was it just a simple kick and nothing else? Or ultimately, was Gonad's skill so phantasmagoric that with his mighty techniques he could trigger an existential crisis by pushing a subconscious moral obligation to take a kick in the face for the sake of entertainment onto an enemy? If so, how far could he take it? Could LeeRoy even register the derisive and perhaps inconsequential subtext that may or may not be permeating Gonad's streamlined motions?[/i]