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[i]The problem was, Gonad's berserk strength was a +1 over his adaptation to match power. As such, there was no possibility of the wrap stopping him. Furthermore the barbarian's grip was his greatest strength, and as such the wrap wouldn't even be able to slip from his grasp to snap back as he quickly peeled himself out. It wasn't a matter of whether or not Gonad could overpower the trap. He'd be out in a jiffy. It was a clever ruse all right, and could have worked on anybody. Anybody but Gonad. Overpowering things that weren't meant to be overpowered was his specialty. The proportions had never been on par to begin with. This wasn't an indeterminable contest where the result swayed endlessly with whomever was imposing their will at the time. 

In trying to keep up a steady offence and defense at the same time, Sky was spreading his strengths out as he had when fisticuffing Gonad. Blocking and striking simultaniously, distributing himself. Gonad took on one task at a time, and with all of his might. Sky's butter was spread thin on toast, but Gonad's was a single chunk still in the fridge. He had simplicity on his side, in all of its unmediated glory. Not to say Sky had no chance of beating Gonad in a straight fight, but he was just working the wrong angles. A man has the power to kill a lion with a gun, but not beat it at arm wrestling. Not unless he has many men with him to help restrain said tiger, carry it into a lab, and then hook it up to an arm wrestling machine, but that was getting too technical. Sky had the advantages of reach and durability (his kinetic absorption) over Gonad, and without a doubt if he could pierce the barbarian's vitals with his spear, it could certainly bring the brute down. If he slashed at Gonad's naked arm with his weapon, it would cut tendon and muscle and render the limb useless, just as a blade would to a common creature of flesh and blood. He had the capacity to kill Gonad, but killing and overpowering were two vastly different beasts. He was trying to arm wrestle the metaphysical tiger, all by himself, whilst using his free hand to try stabbing at it. It wouldn't work well to expect both endeavors to succeed.

Sky's spear was fast all right, but when compared with the power scaling ability of Gonad, it might as well have been a normal throw launched against a mortal warrior. A skilled combatant could see it coming. As for Gonad perceiving it, he had an answer to that. He had complete control over the functions of his body. Blindsight, the ability to transmit senses other than sight through modules in his visual cortex. Many know the legends of old masters, who can fight with blindfolds on. Gonad could run rings around those chumps. The air pressure gradient of the oncoming spear was the biggest tell. At the last millisecond Gonad would do a peppermint twist to the right, and unless the spear could whirl on a dime it'd miss completely. Before Sky's next attack, Gonad would have probably pulled free from his restraints. He'd have unbound it from the inside, his great hands wadding up and disengaging the cocoon in short order, as one unfurls a hot tamale. 

The air pressure from the spear was dangerous, yes, but one had to understand that at such speeds these combatants constantly submitted their bodies to such velocities. If a man got hurt just by waving his hand and having the air resistance and minute heat from said resistance around his hand damage him, what sort of fighter would be make? Gonad could throw punches at the near the speed of that spear, and it didn't hurt his fists none. Common sense dictated then that the rest of his body was suitably durable, in that the only effect that the conal shockwaves and heat would have is sending him flying, for as great as his strength was, he didn't have the physical weight to stay in place. At least, this was how Gonad's power was interpreted.

Were Gonad to finally get free, he'd take a big breath in through his nostrils, like a proud father standing outside in the morning wearing his bathrobe, inhaling the sweet scent of the world waking up. Gonad didn't fight for want of an ending, not since the days of his ambitious youth. He sought only more experience. In the eyes of a child, the world is new and brilliantly lit, and he gazes upon it with wonder. Every fresh battle for Gonad was one such experience, a bracing new adventure to enjoy. Opponents with powers that he had never before conceived or suspected. Such was his desire. 

And were Gonad to free himself, he would gaze upon Sky as a child would. This one could block the mighty punches of Gonad with his bare hands, and turn his surroundings into lethal traps. He had [color=ed1c24]M[/color][color=fff200]Y[/color][color=39b54a]S[/color][color=ec008c]T[/color][color=00aeef]E[/color][color=00a651]R[/color][color=f6989d]Y[/color] powers! The barbarian's bottom jaw would tremble in awe.[/i]