The velocity with which the Gnome was thrown crashing through concrete and stone by the kick of the giant he was locked into pitched battle against would have killed anything, including himself, were it not for the very conveniently soft landing. Well, soft is relative, but bones and whatever the slimy thing was that he had smashed into were hardly a match for a steel bodied terminator possessed of the Beardforce. The power radiated through Billuh’s entire being, even without arms he felt as though he could rip through anything with the simple will to do so, and he wasn’t done with his opponent just yet. “Hrah! Yer’ gun be sorruh fer dat der’, boyuhh! I’mma kick ya fuckin’ teeths i-uhn,” only then realizing that his left leg was missing from the knee down. Struggling for but a second to come to some form of balance, the Gnome found himself momentarily at the mercy of his opponent. Billuh certainly wasn’t done with the giant, and no doubt the human felt the same way towards his miniature adversary, but how much longer could either combatant keep up such a pace before the sheer exertion of the Beardforce upon their respective bodies, be they of flesh and bone or steel and hydraulics, would tear them to pieces entirely? 

It didn’t matter to Billuh, of course, and it almost certainly didn’t matter much to Gonad either. They were true warriors, meant for flesh and blood and death --, they would almost certainly keep fighting until one or both of them could not physically continue to do battle with one another. No doubt that was one of the primary reasons the Beardforce had reached out to Billuh, a primordial energy which recognized in the Gnome the willingness to fight on until literally, mechanically unable to carry on any longer, and Gonad seemed possessed of the same lust for combat, for competition, and victory at the cost of your own wellbeing and that of your fellows. Billuh had felt the human’s ribs give way under the devastating crush of his head against the opponent’s ribs, two hundred pounds of steel at whirlwind speeds and still his opponent showed no signs of slowing or of lessening desire to break what was left of the Gnome’s metallic frame with his own two hands. The human barbarian would hit Billuh again and again until his fists were severed from his arms, and then he would switch to using his elbows --, after all, that was just what a weapon of war such as Gonad, at his core, was. 

It wasn’t until Billuh was struggling to find a way to balance on his knees on top of a pile of bones that he realized, “the gerd dern ferk all dis sheeuht?” It is almost never a good sign to find yourself surrounded by bones in a dark, cavernous underground tunnel in the swamp after having just whacked into something big and slimy. Hopefully whatever it was had been killed on impact, either with Billuh or with the wall on the far end of the long expanse. The echo resulting from the impact was deafening and thunderous, reverberating off of the walls and creating an altogether maddening roar, as if caught in the eye of a hurricane alongside hundreds, if not thousands, of what at some time had been living, potentially human bodies, now rotted away to skeletal remains, safe for now but surrounded by the ever present catastrophic danger of walls of water viciously smashing everything around you to bits and coming soon to do the same to you. Clearly the two Beardlords had found themselves somewhere altogether more hostile than the arena of wrestlers and yuppie spectators from which they had come, now left crumbling and falling in upon itself by their glaring display of overwhelming physical might.