How rude. Some small haired boy just comes waltzing into Billuh’s ring and tries to take his victory? No, no, this is not his fight and the glory of this contest will not be his. Not today. He didn’t even have the decency to publically challenge his foe before bludgeoning him from out of nowhere. Billuh would, likewise, say nothing before starting to charge his foe, as fast as his little legs could carry him. Even your average gnome moved with the grace and surprising speed of a spindly arachnid, dancing and bursting forth in sudden dashes that seem beyond what something so small should be able to achieve. Not long distance runners by any stretch, a human who gets to speed can easily outrun a spider, but with the sudden swiftness of zero to really moving, and there wasn’t really all that much distance to cover between Billuh’s corner and anywhere else in the arena. 

“Dat’s muh biggun theyuh, boyuhh! Billuh Bob Gnome!!” should everything go according to plan Billuh would sprint to within a few feet of his opponent before suddenly stopping, momentarily observing and aiming in the anticipation that his new opponent would do some silly ass spin or bullfighters pivot in anticipation of the tackle his charge must have seemed to imply, his opponent hoping that his movements would send the Gnome plowing into the ropes and making him look a fool. Billuh was no fool, though he would seek to make Johnny Boy here look as such. After a moment, and hopefully after an evasive maneuver on the part of his opponent, the back of Billuh’s ankles and the pads of his feet would burst forth plumes of bloody pink boiling steam, eating away at the synthetic flesh which was layered over the steam vents on his steel endoskeleton to keep up his generally biological appearance, timed just as he leaped toward his opponent, head first, aimed for John’s groin like some kind of ball busting Gnome Torpedo. 

Billuh’s head and skull are essentially a forty pound solid steel orb, unknown to his opponent though not to the Gnome Automaton’s artificial mind and processing system, moving at a speed no reasonable opponent would have expected from him with the intent to bust this challenger’s balls in spectacular display. That isn’t to say he couldn’t possibly get out of the way, but really? Who in their right mind would possibly expect that the Gnome could move at speeds like this, especially after potentially having undertaken an evasive maneuver in the expectation of a tackle? Gnomes in general are quick, sure, that was to be expected by most anyone who knew anything about their race, but in momentary bursts Billuh was an engine powered speed demon, more motorcycle than biological creature, and no doubt his opponent would have timed a response expecting a far slower moving enemy even if he hadn’t initially fallen for Billuh’s ruse and spun about or something of the sort. Either way, Johnny had a three hundred pound torpedo barreling towards his little boy pants right now.