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[i]To come out into the sticks to fight a clown, only for the mask to be hurled to the floor to reveal a demon beneath the façade. The violence came abruptly, a shredding detonation of clashing skill.

Gonad had no expectations, no interfering static blinding him. He lived this fight moment to moment, as ready to face anything as a child was to believe in Santa Claus. He was grabbed by his opponent, who then pivoted to haul Gonad into what seemed to be an improvised hip throw. Small fighters have their advantages. Their uppercuts are punishing against taller foes, they're typically more lithe, agile, the square/cube law favors them. And yes, Lysander's lower center of gravity was beneficial as well, particularly with throws. Gonad had his own advantages, however. Reach and weight. Gonad was a solid two heads taller than his opponent too. Thus for Lysander to pull Gonad's arm across his chest, he'd have to yank the big fella down to his level, give or take, and that wasn't going to be blazingly fast given he was leveraging a quarter-ton of meaty man, and had to first lug the big lug in from more than an arm's reach away. As this occurred Gonad's rear leg bent at the knee, and an instant later he kicked off as hard as he could.

Lysander was hanging onto the wrong arm for a proper hip or shoulder throw, and his grip on Gonad's hand was tenuous at best. Gonad's paws were as large as catcher's mitts, and not only did Lysander have to try and hold onto Gonad's hand, but his own, further resulting in a relatively weak grip. As Gonad propelled himself into his opponent, he fiercely bent his left arm to tear his hand from Lysander's (relinquishing his own on the man's right hand), clenching it into a fist to keep any digits from being grabbed as he did so, that same motion culminating in his elbow jagging towards the back of his foe's head like a stake hammer from roughly a large forearm's length away, most of the monstrous berserker's mass thrown into it. It was abrupt, terrible in its concussive power, and as with most of Gonad's attacks, untelegraphed and with no preemptive wind-up to give it away. The only hint Lysander would have would be Gonad's hand suddenly jerking free. Bruce Lee could consistently throw a punch within 9/100 of a second. That was approximately how much time Lysander had after Gonad freed his hand to both register that his opponent had escaped being thrown, likely a mite or two less. He then had to process the possibility that an interminable danger was heading his way. Afterwards there was the task of consciously registering said danger by evaluating the possible ways Gonad would hurt him and singling the most likely one out. Lastly, he had to avoid it, more easily said than done given how the scope of Gonad's elbow could have plugged a dinosaur's ass. Due to the somewhat steepened angle of the blow, it'd be particularly tough to try and fudge it with a duck.

If the blow struck dead on, it'd be capable of powering Lysander face-first into the tile floor hard enough to actually skid for a few meters, leaving a bloody streak beneath the body. This would without a doubt submerge him deep, deep in unconsciousness, a coma even, for although the body could be bolstered to withstand considerable duress, the brain had no muscles with which to grow stronger, and could only rely on the thickness of the skull to absorb shock that would rattle it into a bloody stupor.[/i]