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[i]Gonad's middle knuckle was crushed and the according metacarpal bone was broken. Gonad was far from distressed. A new experience awaited him, a new adventure in pain. Even better, this foe could take it. He could handle the techniques that Gonad reserved only for the dishonorable. With death buzzing at his fingertips like pitch black fire, Gonad let loose a triumphant [color=9e0b0f][b]HRAH!![/b][/color], and allowed himself to express the true physical and emotional freedom of a battle unrestrained.

Gonad's withdrawn right hand lashed back out like a streaming whip of hot mercury to wallop Billuh's left foot out from under him just as he bore his weight down upon it at the point of no return, taking advantage of his superior reach to interrupt Billuh's charge. The result, should the attack land, would send the entirety of Billuh's balance into oblivion as his legs swapped position with his head, the gnome launched into a sudden middair clockwise cartwheel. Torque again, only this time it might be Billuh's entire body instead of just his head.

Should this come to pass, Gonad would spring off the floor and high above Billuh, knees tucked up to his chest, thighs engorged with straining muscle. Unless the cyber gnome was quick to escape or counter, he'd be plowed right through the reinforced mat just as soon as he touched it by the full weight bronco stomp, reduced to a scrap heap flapjack by the barbarian's ultimate exertion of force. The stomp was, after all, an ancient and underestimated technique, one that even a child could use to kill.[/i]