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Uncouth as the man might be, he was also clever, using the shredder canvas not only to intercept Lobo's latest volley -- the canvas was blown into finer and finer shreds with every impact, but in that no single arrow reached its target, the temporary defense had more than sufficed -- but to provide cover as he once again evaded completely. As Lobo came to rest, a mountainous foe stood before him, well within striking distance for the both of them.

It would be pointless to deny that the barbarian was an impressive physical specimen; before him Lobo Negro was little more than a somewhat well-built masked man with a tail, a fancy costume, and a marvelous special effects team working round the clock to keep him wreathed in black flames that somehow managed not to burn anything. Drawing upright, Lobo Negro stood a full foot shorter than his opponent, perhaps half his size, at best. Still, even faced with this living monolith, there was no reason to be afraid, even as another monstrous surge of fighting spirit, of killing intent surged forth. After all, he wasn't dead yet. 

Even if he were afraid, there was nothing to be seen in his face, hidden as it was behind a snarling mask, and glowing green eyes. Taking a half-step forward, Lobo Negro extended his flame-wreathed left hand in kind.

Should he receive it back, he would retreat another half-step, sliding into a sidelong stance as he took his long bow in both hands, wielding it not as a ranged weapon, but as a melee implement. One end angled towards the ruined flooring of the ring, Lobo paused for a moment before stepping forward, sweeping his bow into a lateral strike aimed for the thigh of Gonad’s forward leg. The sharpened plates set into the weapon's arches would flay flesh as readily as any sword, down to the bone if applied with enough force, but at present Lobo would be satisfied to simply hamstring his larger foe.

Of course, if he did not receive his hand back, the same would-be crippling strike would be made immediately, instead.