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	None of Gankona's blows were bringing the pay-off the goat-boy had expected. He threw his knee harder than any of his other strikes, the body-part slamming into Lorken's leg with a loud [i]whump[/i]. Honestly, it was like kicking a concrete wall, and Gank was surprised the old geezer could take that much of a hit nearly straight on. Well, there always was the back-up plan. Bringing both of his knees up to his chest, the true ram kicked with great force as he tried with his best effort to rocket away from his imminent opponent. The result; failure. All momentum and proper effect transferred itself into Lorken's chest and arms, nullifying Gankona's acrobatic maneuver entirely. The satyr fell flat onto the ground in front of Lorken, quickly picking himself up and scuttling away before any advancement could be made on his vulnerable position. Fine, third times the charm.

	And up went Gank, flying through the air with stunning speed. Lorken launched the boy with nearly no effort on his part; just skill. But now was not the time to reflect on mistakes committed, now was the time to prepare for [b][i]impact[/i][/b]. The six-foot combatant flew towards the wall on the opposite side of the gym with no sign of stopping, his body a full seven feet above the ground and barreling through the air like a launched missile. Now, all he could do was take the hit. He had no time for any other response. Curling his body into the smallest ball he could, Gankona turned his back towards the metal wall as he approached, his head pointed down towards the ground.

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	The sound was loud and disorienting; the actual force was 10x as bad. Gankona's body unraveled itself from it's fetal position as the goat-boy made direct contact, his arms and legs stretching outwards and distributing the shock among his whole body. The wind left Gank's lungs almost immediately, leaving the boy breathless as his body slopped off of the wall and onto the ground, his head smashing into the ground while the rest of his gravity-weighted body followed. Gank had expected to always be able to take Lorken's trained punches and kicks, but never thought of taking his own. So there he was momentarily, breathless and battered due to his own power. Instinctively, Gank picked himself off of the bloodied ground, stretching his back as the soreness of bruising spread its thick tendrils across it. But, as always, Gank knew to get back into the thick of it as fast as possible.

	A second to catch his breath, and then Gank started lunging. From across the gym the goat-boy sprinted himself towards the steadied Lorken, propelling himself towards the suited devil while keeping his body close to the ground. The sight was frighteningly akin to that of a low-shot torpedo. Lorken had hopefully two, perhaps three, options to deal with a more skillfully launched Gank; Dodge, grapple, or take the hit. If the boss dodged out of the way of Gankona's attack, it was merely merrier for the true ram. Being so close to the ground, Gankona could put his feet to the ground, apply friction, swivel, and launch another missile at Lorken from a different angle. If he made contact, mission complete; he would think about the applications of his fury there later. If Grappled, as said; pain to be bestowed, pain to be received.

	The worst case-scenario, however, was Gankona being launched overhead once again; for this, the goat-boy had only corralled a few fractions of a thought to produce a solution. [color=f9ad81][i]'Hell, I might as well launch myself back off of the gym wall'[/i][/color], the true ram thought. Gank would be ready, and more acrobatic, if Lorken tried the same trick this time around.