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[i]Ah, Sky had really caught Gonad in a noogie this time. As previously mentioned, Gonad had strength in excess, strength that could ascend to counter any direct display of overwhelming force. But strength was not the same as weight, and as Sky was susceptible to being blown around, so was Gonad. And as Gonad was briefly ragdolling in open air, he had no means to propel himself away from the homing spear. 

Furthermore, Gonad did indeed not know that it was homing until it had whirled to track him from scarcely a foot away. Under normal circumstances, Gonad could bat away a spear thrust with contemptuous ease. But that was because he had seen thousands of thrusts directed at his person. He had never experienced a homing projectile with such a level of sensitivity. 

It would pierce into his solar plexus at the destined point from the angle it had turned into, puncturing his right lung as it escaped out through his right flank, shearing apart two ribs in the process. The hole the spear left would be big and nasty. The kind of wound that would bleed you like a pig in mere moments. Gonad would spiral into a nearby car, metal screaming as it was torn asunder. All would be quiet. By now Sky must have known how Gonad functioned. He did not pull tricks or try to disguise his intentions. He was stupidly honorable. Were Gonad to still be capable of battle, he'd certainly not prove it by suddenly leaping out from the ruins or by trying to be at all sneaky. Either he was dead or dying from blood loss, or was busy trying to do some sort of manly barbarian thing that involved lots of sweat, exercise, and grunting.
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