Teeth, flesh, bits of gears and moving steel plates, hydraulic fluid and tubing went fucking everywhere.  Once Gonad had pulled his striking hand back far enough to see the mess of what remained of Billuh’s face, he would note that the lower half was just gone, turned into a chunky salsa of synthetic tissue and metal tortilla chips left flying around like an overturned appetizer. His lower lip was missing entirely, as well as his left eye presumably severed from the sheer force and reverberation of stricken steel, and everything below the nose was in ruins, his beard seemingly ripped off and left attached to a clump of flesh on the floor almost like something had taken a knife to his jawline and ceremonially face scalped him. The steel endoskeleton underneath, however scarred and dented, was still steel, cold, solid, unforgiving. The automaton’s central nervous system, if one wished to call it that, was much more similar to a motherboard etched into the steel itself in some unholy union of magic and science, perhaps rattled but nothing so squishy and fluid as a human brain stem or spinal cord that could simply be disjointed or ruptured by anything short of close range exposure to high powered explosives. 

It would be a wonder if Gonad’s hand had not faced devastation similar to that of Billuh's face after striking a forty pound metal orb at full force with puny flesh and bone, though the damage Billuh had suffered was readily apparent and couldn't simply be ignored by either foe --, one might normally have advised the giant to have used his superior mass and technical skill to grapple with the Gnome and simply break all of his far more vulnerable joints and moving parts using superior leverage and martial prowess, but if he could keep up this pace even using sheer brute force the robot couldn’t take many more blows like that without at least being blinded. Nothing had ever caused so much devastation to Billuh in his modern state as an automaton using straight up punches, let alone a single punch, this giant was clearly far more than a big brute that was successful in combat by sheer merit of superior physicality. This human was a true warrior, more demi-god than man, a mountain honed and shaped for singular use as a tool of war. This had become a contest between the opposed twin peaks of biological survival of the fittest and mechanical, fuel propelled war machine. 

The automaton’s now clearly visible metallic lower jaw structure attempted to move to form coherent words, well in so much as Billuh used on a normal basis, in conjunction with the superficially fleshy upper jaw, but the best that the Gnome could manage without use of a fully functioning facial hydraulics system was something along the lines of, “Umm-a Ry-yyie Erob Mmome!!” before attempting to launch himself into mid-air between Gonad’s guard, steam vents bursting forth from the pads of his feet, backs of his shins, and right flank as well as the interior side of his right wrist, forearm and bicep, his arm swinging around three full times in a mere second before crashing down with engine powered force and two hundred plus pounds of steel and what remained of flesh and muscle in some form of modified gorilla like hammer fist towards Gonad’s right clavicle. Whether or not the blow landed, the rest of Billuh’s weight and momentum would still be crashing down on Gonad’s torso presuming he made it this far, less with the intention of causing him any physical damage and more with the intent of putting the giant on his ass from the sudden might of a dirt bike moving at speed and hitting you in the chest. 

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