[@LeeRoy]

[i]As LeeRoy tried to refocus on Gonad, he'd find that his opponent was no longer occupying the space he had been in. Where had he...[/i]

[b][color=00aeef]*Gonad came soaring down like an eagle, having jumped up nearly to the ceiling with his powerful arms. The first thing LeeRoy would register next could very well be his ankles suddenly being pinned beneath Gonad's hands, the barbarian having assumed a strange position. However, were LeeRoy to indeed be pinned, he'd perhaps be able to recall just from where he might have seen the position before. It was... It was...*[/color][/b]

[h1]A Pommel Horse[/h1]

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[i]Except it wasn't merely a pommel horse. It was much more than that. It was a new technique, one straight out of an Olympian's worst nightmare. In essence, it was...[/i]

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[i]In a flash Gonad's legs would whirl into a furious dervish of unpredictable, clobbering kicks that would bombard LeeRoy's upper body and head like a set of crazy flails. A puissant fusillade of nonstop pulverizing pain. Any wood from the table that got in the way would be reduced instantly to splinters. It was almost exactly like that lunatic fight scene in the movie "Gymkata", except terrifyingly real. Gonad's thick features were contorted into a devil's grimace, scarred lips pursed with effort and single eye narrowed to a thin visor from which trailed the smoke and liquid fire of his warrior's passion. 

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPGUZxOCRcs[/youtube]

The only moments LeeRoy would have to free his ankles would be when Gonad occasionally lifted up a hand to allow his tree trunk set of legs to pass beneath him, building up momentum to continue the onslaught, but the spaceman would have much more to worry about than just getting free. To think that the human body could express itself like this, in such a way that actually put to use some obscene fighting style from a 1985 B-rated action flick. [b]Suspension of Disbelief[/b] be fucked.[/i]