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Shin had been caught, but not flat-flooted. Like Gonad he was able to act inbetween the moments that most would have spent stuck in indecision. Shin too was an engine of deadly efficiency, but there was a vital difference in this particular scenario. Shin had traversed many lands over many ages, and surely had mastered many arts besides Kung-Fu. He'd likely even touched the Way of the Void, that ultimate skill of learning to learn, adapting on the fly to new circumstances without any self doubt.
Gonad's realm of experience was somewhat different. Born amongst Neanderthals who desired only physical strength, he created from scratch a complete art of bare-handed slaying and through trial and error perfected it. When it came to grappling, Gonad did not need to guess or improvise. He already knew what to do and so did his body, from his fingers to his toes. Thus, as soon as Shin began pushing on Gonad's head, a singular feeling lit up within the barbarian, one as familiar as each face in his family. That feeling was...

~~~I know what to do~~~

As Shin began forcing himself up, Gonad immediately helped him. He slid his hands back into a clamplike grip on Shin's lovehandles and thrust him up overhead, using Shin's own convenient intentions against him to morph the simple powerbomb into...
An elevated powerbomb. The Undertaker utilized this move under the name 'Last Ride'. Although Shin's head would be just roughly eleven feet above the ground, the landing would be comparable to a fall from an eight story building.

Should Shin be elevated, then with a great heave Gonad would turn to the right and bow faster than a Japanese salaryman who farted next to his boss in an elevator. A table stacked with platters of peaches. It'd practically explode as Shin's body whipped through it, but it'd help to break his fall a bit. He'd still slap hard against the floor with a noise like a thunder clap, but he'd not sustain any mortal injuries. It was a good thing he was so stacked, any other human would have died on the spot, cushion or no cushion. Gonad would release Shin as he hit the table, sinewy hands sliding down his plummeting opponent's legs until they latched dextrously onto either ankle, such that Shin upon impact would still be in the barbarian's clutches, legs held up off the ground as Gonad beamed enthusiastically down like a child in a toy store.

"HRAH! Good warm up such was! Enough sparring this be, now have real fight we can."

There was no irony in Gonad's voice.