See, though, the problem arose from a simple solution. If the link of the chain touched his groin, that meant the widest part of the blade wasn’t. It couldn’t be, instead it was on the outer side of his groin, twisted flat and fitted to protect him from damage. So, when the spear was pulled back the only resultant action was what was already described – the spear slid its sharp edge along the chain, without ever actually touching flesh. Why that was so hard to grasp, he didn’t understand. It was a pretty simple concept, but if the man wanted to stop the fight he’d gladly draw him a diagram in the dirt of how it happened. 

Either way, immediately after the spear pulled free his eyes were already back on the opponent – and in that moment, he saw the next attack beginning. Again, it was one of cowardice and fear. Rather than simply standing toe-to-toe and fighting like a man, with honor, he continued to use the pathetic weapon that already proved useless more than once. The same held true for the newest thrust. It aimed for his right side, from the right side of his adversary – and the solution to the problem was once again just a simple shifting of his hips. He moved immediately as the spear came forward, and its angle belied its target – at least the general idea of it. 

Shifting, allowing his weight to imbalance, he could twist the right side of his body. Pulling his right leg backward, and pivoting on his hips while adding a slight lean to his torso resulted in the exact same thing to have happened before. He simply shifted to the side and the spear, once again, missed him completely. As soon as the spear reached past him, he let his right-hand drop – and the chain swung behind him, smacking the haft of the fully extended spear away from his body. At the same time, his body swung back to proper stance, and shifted with purposeful, minute footwork that began to push him forward. 

Of course, it didn’t matter. The man was immune to his own momentum, and would immediately have full control of his extended weapon again, and somehow be able to draw back and launch yet another attack in the exact same span of time as the first seemed to be coming. It didn’t matter though, Beatdown was growing tired of the mediocre, boring man who stood before him – and the fight was no longer one of any true value to him, or his Master. 

The other had been weighed. 

The whole thing was a test, to see if the man was adaptable. To see if the man could deal with fighting someone stronger, and faster than he was, to see if he could change his game to handle a more powerful adversary. He could not. 

The other had been measured. 

It was clear, throughout the fight, that Brennus – while strong to his own people – could not compare with the peak of human capabilities. He stood no chance in a straight up fight, and that’s why he feared to engage in one. It was something apparent to Beatdown, all throughout the fight, by his inability to adapt. To change. 

And he had been found wanting. 

As always, they were wanting of power. Wanting of anything akin to discipline. Beatdown, at his full strength, could end it right here, right now. But he wouldn’t. He was toning himself down to be at peak human level, and even that was apparently too much for this man. This man who barely understood what his own actions were, how they worked, or the function of them. The fight was meaningless, and with the others next attack it was over, one way or another.