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[i]Philosophies about the origins of strength and through which forms it presented itself, as well as the purity of said strength, had zero bearing on Gonad's power. His opponent was alive and well, and attempting to overpower him. This was what was taken into account. Strength cared not for politics. As pertaining to oxygen, it would take a minute for Gonad to wind down, and for combatants that could process supersonic motion, it might as well have been ten minutes. Gonad would need only seconds anyways, for what he was about to do.

Go berserk. 

Sky would feel Gonad's struggles slowing for a moment, as if he were giving up. Or relaxing. Or giving his body a moment to prepare for the exertion it was about to unleash. Were this exchange to be likened to an arm wrestle, up until this point the two would have been roughly even. Now, however, the arm of Gonad would bear down in earnest. Sky could redistribute kinetic energy over his body to reduce the might of Gonad's lethal striking skill. A nullification of tact. Now Gonad was revealing the little tricks in his body as well. The thing that countered the absorption of force. Even more force, enough to marry like a wife and have babies with. A hairy, gnarled right hand would secure a grip upon a flap inside of the bouncy castle, and would begin peeling the trap away like a tortilla wrap, back in the way it had first folded in to expose and widen the entrance. Perhaps Sky could hold Gonad back for a little while were the barbarian simply trying to plow through, but now the brute had leverage.
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