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[i]The roundhouse missed and Gonad was struck head on, shockwaves tearing loose stalactites from the shuddering ceiling. As Billuh impacted, Gonad's left arm would seek to wrap around the gnome and hug him in place. Gonad's liver was obliterated, and only his ability to control his blood pressure and circulation kept him from passing out right then and there. He'd likely go flying back into the basalt wall, perhaps with Billuh in tow, madly pounding on the gnome's face with the bone-flecked stump of his left forearm, unleashing a continuous fusillade of frenetic collisions, pure jackhammer ferocity.[/i]

[color=ed1c24][b]*Sweat evaporating into waves of compressed heat, shards of bone peppering through rock and rubble like gunfire, both combatants drenching themselves in hissing bright red blood, the Beardforce manifesting around them as white hot gouts of hyperactive flame, each tendril of madly whipping fire composed of countless unseen celestial beard hairs. Though cold water would begin jetting into the melee through the many deep cracks that were opening around them, it would be vaporized into clouds of sea salt upon contact with the screaming conflagration, the salt in turn flaring orange before atomizing into a blue haze which would hang lazily about the conflict. The chamber would be echoing with the battle hymns of old, a thousand unseen valkyries singing and chanting. There was no need to worry about the monster. It had spontaneously knocked itself out with a rock to avoid any sort of retribution at the hands of the Beardlords for making an unwanted guest appearance, much in the same way a man may punch himself in the face before a scary-ass biker to keep the biker from doing the job himself.*[/b][/color]