Would it really end here? So recently returned to the realm of the living, and just as swiftly facing total annihilation at the hands, or rather legs of a roided out barbarian? Didn’t seem to make much sense, being returned to simply be burnt out of the mortal coil once more in a momentary release of seemingly supernaturally devastating corded up force the likes of which could stop a truck moving at speed in its tracks while simultaneously ripping through its engine block. If that blow landed on Billuh’s leg it would not only cleave it in twain, but send a resulting jolt of energy comparable to an aftershock tossing joints, pins, screws and gears from most of the Gnome’s figure, those still attached to him anyway, flying every which direction in a spray like metallic flesh and blood, and almost certainly spelling the end of his capability to continue to fight or even return to his village seeking repairs. The blow could not be allowed to land, however there certainly wasn’t any way to physically stop Gonad from accomplishing such a task, the speed with which he was moving already made it nearly impossible through mechanical means to even attempt to stop his forward momentum. 

“Gerds derm it, [b]HRAH[/b]!!” There’s only one way a dogfight ever ends, right? Or so the saying goes. Mustering what balance against the shifting ground he could with his remaining leg, and understanding all too well that should this blow land it would be the end of him, Billuh reacted in the only way he could given the circumstances --, by moving up. Pushing downward with as much mechanical force as he could muster, while simultaneously opening the steam ports on his remaining leg, thighs and buttocks, Billuh would attempt to shoot into the air and, if not stopped, would be aiming to not only get out of the way of the incoming roundhouse, but look a little higher, launching himself head first toward Gonad’s chest and, if it worked out that way, potentially toward his exposed flank, given the nature of the kick the human was preforming. The human wouldn’t be likely to die from this blow, but if he could force one of the man’s already devastated ribs into a bad angle or even potentially release enough kinetic energy into his lower torso to burst a liver or kidney he might buy himself the chance to land a finishing blow afterward. 

It was all a gamble, of course --, the human could theoretically adjust the angle of his hips in time to send the kick a few inches higher and take the Gnome’s head clean off his shoulders in mid-flight, but at this point Billuh had few options and no, “good,” ones at that. Both of his arms were ripped clean off, along with a leg and most of his lower face. Truth be told, his jaw wasn’t even capable of closing at this point, so an, “I’ll bite your legs off,” strategy wasn’t even in the cards, besides his lack of teeth would leave such a course of action a tad heavy on the bark side of the scale anyway. He certainly couldn't run at this point, and talking his way out of this, while humorous, seemed destined to failure from the start. It was his only shot at not simply losing everything right here and now, and no true warrior would simply lie there and take a blow like this, couldn't even if he had tried to force himself to simply accept his fate. Billuh might well die here and now, but he wasn't going down without one last go at it, even if it had little chance of success and may well simply be delaying the inevitable.