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Within the timeless mountain palace of the Jade Emperor the regular feast of Peaches of Immortality had begun yet again. Servants of the Gods and Immortals carried platters and baskets filled with peaches prepared into various delicacies incomparable to the quality of man made dishes. Purity in its finest state, grown by a pool of magical water on an enchanted tree, tended to by a Goddess of Fertility. No dish made with any ingredient could compare to the Peaches themselves.

A feast fit for Gods and Immortals.

The servants and warriors of the pantheon circled in unison, marching and dancing side by side in a gigantic helix that crossed the chamber then expanded around the table in fluctuating patterns. A demonstration of their devotion and dedication to their betters, an artistic expression of passion and power. A glorious ceremony played out to the music of the cosmos, the drum beat of all existence and the orchestra of the planets, the very wind sang songs of glory and splendor.

Every aspect was perfect, the sun was aloft at both sides of the horizon, simultaneously setting and rising. It painted the sky the myriad colors of day and night, casting rainbows and moonbows in tandem across the sky. Clouds parted and painted figures of legendary heroes and champions, demons and Gods, locations and objects of renown. Every cloud painted by the colors cast on it by the sun to match the story they told with their depictions. The temperature was kept at a perfectly calm and comfortable level. Simultaneously warm and breezy, cool and cozy.

A dreamscape palace almost painted atop the infinite peaks of the God's heavenly home. A citadel carved from alabaster and jade, inlaid with lines of gold and silver, speckled with the finest jewels imaginable. Jewels that man would covet more than diamond glistering with starlight and sunfire alighted the table from above, shaded by floating banners made of still flowing water that trickled into a thin mist that drifted upwards rather than falling down.

In the courtyard of the Jade Emperor's Palace sat the Gods and Immortals, in a circular pattern of alternating helices the tables were lined with indescribably beautiful women and impossibly handsome men. Each one a picture of perfection in musculature and artistry, with hanging clothing that both complimented and accentuated their inhumanly perfect figures. At the apex of the circle of helices terminated a large spire of alabaster and jade that rose to a golden throne, atop which sat the Jade Emperor himself. An ancient and joyful man of abnormally large proportion, blessed with a long wispy white beard that flowed gently with the breeze that he himself manifested.

Overlooking this feast he smiled mirthfully upon the Gods, Immortals and Goddesses while enjoying a single peach with its pit removed that rested upon a hovering plate of mother of pearl and quartz. Floating opposite him was a small boy of spectacularly adorable features, holding a bottomless pitcher of gold and silver filled to bursting with a glimmering amber beverage that was the legendary Elixir of Life. Each Immortal and God had a glass filled to the brim with such a wondrous liquid of life giving quality, and the feast was filled with unmatched joy and celebration.

But, as we all know, perfection is unattainable. The Jade Emperor's growing suspicion was soon to be confirmed in the most ghastly way, for he had noticed the perfection of this day, and knew it could not be true.
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"HRAH!! Fine hike that was! What be this, a festival?"

Gonad clambered into the courtyard, soaked in sweat. He jogged past a lounging goddess, casually yoinking her toga right off her body and toweling off with it. She blushed and looked away, refusing to meet the eyes of her fuming god-husband who just so happened to be both bald and beardless.
Gonad waddled up to a table, flossing with the toga to dry his loins. It made squeaky noises. He seized a hoblet of wine and cocked his head back, downing the sucker whilst tossing the toga over a shoulder and into the nude goddess's lap.

"Now that thirst of Gonad is quenched, Gonad must drop ballast! If not, never will Gonad reach village for dinner with wives next month."

He picked up a peach, examining it.

"A girly fruit! Gonad needs PROTEIN!"

In a bound he was on the table, platters clattering, wine spilling, and peaches tumbling, his tassets and loincloth around his ankles. He kicked them off the table and squatted down resolutely.

Silence

Then...

A concerned grunt, strained at the end. Thighs tensed, Gonad began to strain.

Some stared in utter bafflement. Others squeezed their eyes shut and looked away. It started with a raw, dumpy fart, one that stank like rancid eggs. A great looping coil of rich brown poo decorated the peaches like tinsel on a Christmas tree, spindling into a fat pile of fudge. Gonad cast his eye up to the heavens, a single vein throbbing between his eyes, face slowly turning red from the effort. A space in the clouds opened, and as if by divine intention a ray of bright sunlight fell upon him like a spotlight.
"Grrruuuhaaawwww!"
A thick malodour packed the air, pressing in on everyone's sinus cavities like an encroaching wall of stench. It just kept churning out. Flecks of shit suddenly shotgunned out of the barbarian's ass to the accompaniment of a sharp bout of stuttering flatulence, dung-speckling the fruits of the gods. Gonad groaned and took a step forwards, the tendons in his neck straining as a colossal log emerged from his recrum. It plowed directly onto a single, solitary peach, velvety and pure...

The peach was squashed unceremoniously with a table shaking thud, the doorstopper turd reducing it to a pulp under a pile.

"Now Gonad can make good time!"

He was mindblowingly oblivious to the company he was in.

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At the arrival of the unexpected guest, some Gods and Goddesses got the vague and worrying impression of the Monkey King's return, some worried of mortal thieves to steal the Peaches of Immortality. The baffled husband of the now unclad Goddess fumed, for he was the Little Dipper, the God of Examinations. Kui Xing, a bald and beardless hunchbacked thing, the ugly duckling of the gods, had now been slighted by a mere mortal who dared to enter the Palace of the Jade Emperor.

As with every deity, he would never fight for himself and instead called upon his allied champions to step forth. Godlings and Immortal warriors stepped forth, armed with a myriad of godly weaponry and raised their blades to the alarmingly aloof Gonad. As this unfolded he was completely unaware of their existence, seeking first to sate his thirst by downing the Elixir of Life without a moment to appreciate its aroma or value. Then as they pressed forward to attack him they were stopped by the iron curtain of bewilderment that blasted upon them like so many flecks of shit.

The cheeks of Gonad parted to unleash a reprehensible wind that stilled the calm breeze of the mountain palace, a sinful horn blasted and quieted the musics of the cosmos, an abhorrent smell saturated the air and drowned the sweet aroma of the feast, and the sky dimmed to the grey of dusk at the revealing of the mighty turd upon the table.

All once wonderful and beautiful was now irreparably tainted by the abominable arrival of this absurd barbarian to the feast of Gods and Immortals. The fury of all powerful God-things was now directed like so many daggers into the direction of the oafish interloper, War Gods and Immortal Warriors withdrew all powerful weaponry and were to set upon him like a million thunderbolts from all sides.

But then.

The Jade Emperor's laugh could be heard.

Oh what a mighty laugh it was, it shook the skies and rumbled forth a storm of ages that poured upon them in almond sized droplets. Blasting the table of feast and filth alike, it washed back the charging Warriors as if they had no force behind their movement. It cleared the stage and brushed everyone away from this foreign lunatic. Still he laughed and pressed his palm to his face to conceal the amber gold tears that flowed and mixed with the rain that splashed his bebearded face.

A few minutes of raucous laughter followed before he could calm himself to speak and that which he said stunned the audience, "Since the death of Carlin I have not had a laugh so sincere!" He pointed his wrinkled and gnarled finger towards Gonad. "Your aloof and unintentional humor amuses me, Man of Earth! But you have interrupted a very important feast with your shenanigans, and my entourage won't allow this to pass unpunished you see."

The look on his face was very sincerely that of one who wished not to do something to someone he so liked, but knew that it must be done for his sake and the sake of all of those who watched this scene unfold. Their wanting gazes cast upon the Jade Emperor and Gonad, separated by only two spans, demanding restitution for the crime committed against the Emperor and themselves. Sorrowfully he ran his fingers down his extensive wispy beard, letting each individual strand fall like water to his chest once more. After a moment of quiet contemplation, within which many noticed that not a drop of water was clinging to the Emperor and was falling down him like liquid across a hydrophobic surface, the Emperor released his beard and clapped his hands together.

A small bell appeared between his hands as he opened them up once more, and it was tied by a thin red string. It did not ring up till the moment the Emperor willfully raised it over his head and gave it a single shake from over his head down to his lap.

The ring echoed unnaturally loud across the courtyard, shaking the settled water on the ground and table and flinging droplets back upwards several meters, and the ensuing new droplets splashed into the center of the venue. As they splashed down into the circular courtyard they flattened out into a perfectly flat disk that rested between Gonad and the Emperor before the reflection of Gonad appeared and shifted into another man's face and form.

Gonad's missing left eye was mirrored to the missing right eye of the man below, hazel shifted to green and the white of his eyes filled with a bloody red. His long and wild hair pulled back to a messy hairline, butchered by a colossal scar. The scars of his own face morphed into a gigantic one that crossed from chin to hairline, shaped like the hand of a giant. Dark grey turned blue black as the hair darkened on his head, the beard receded to a thin mustache and strip of hair on the chin. His colossal muscular body tightened and twisted, as if the muscles were compressing into a more compact and angular form than his gigantic blocky figure. Vascular arms and legs began to conceal their veins beneath a weather beaten and leathery hide more akin to that of a rhinoceros than a man. Then suddenly the untamed animal expression of Gonad upon this distinctly non-Gonad face shifted to that of a time worn warrior. The vicious brutality of a Human, mixed with the sorrow of many wasted years of senseless self indulgence.

A pair of hands burst from the water's surface, beginning as the long dirty fingernails and sausage thick fingers of Gonad before shifting into the stony and blackened hands of one who has beaten their fists into the fire for hundreds of years. The fingernails cracked and fell to dust to reveal unnaturally angled fingers, the ultimate conclusion of tiger style martial arts made manifest. The exceedingly overdeveloped body rose from the water with ease, using only the minimal amount of effort to rise to his feet.

The legs and clothing shifted to match the rest of the body, the dirty taloned feet morphed into hardened bricks with toes that looked more like the hands above. Each toe like a hammer's head with no visible nail to be spoken of. A garb of comfortably sitting silk exchanged in place of the yak fur, and finally the figure was fully formed into a smaller man. Weighing less than half that of Gonad, measuring in almost two entire feet shorter with significantly different scars across the body.

The Gods, Immortals and Goddesses applauded the appearance of this man. A wonderful show had just occurred, showing the truly creative skill of the Jade Emperor. After the applause settled down, the figure became aware of itself and the singular eye darted around to analyze its surroundings. Like a tiger that had suddenly been teleported, his fingers tensed and opened into claw-like formation, and the figure standing only one span away from him was the object of his ire most immediately.

The voice of the Jade Emperor piped again. "A perfect match for you, humorous friend. A humorless fiend, summoned from far beyond your time and space. A perfect punishment for one such as you. Please, introduce yourselves to the man who will kill you!" He was not speaking just to Gonad with the second statement, and Shin immediately recognized the subtly implied threat.

He'd been summoned to kill this man, unfortunately, by some higher powered beings. From the look of his surroundings, he knew he was in the company of the pantheon of his homeland. Shin bowed his head slightly to both Gonad and the Jade Emperor, lowering his hands to his side and opening his fingers back to a resting position. "I am Shin Zhou, born of China to the late Ming Dynasty. It is a pleasure to fight in the company of my people's Gods, and a pleasure to meet you despite your unfortunate circumstance."

Though a thinly veiled threat, his introduction was sincere.

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He'd had already jogged halfway out of the courtyard by the time the Jade Emperor introduced Shin. Their words, their faces, their food. Gonad saw but he didn't see. He'd been on autopilot, going through the motions, traveling, training, with only his eight wives emotionally anchoring him to this world. These days everything seemed to pass by him in a bland haze of noise and light, behind which wafted fond memories of grand battles past. He'd heard something just then, however, that cut through the disconcerting fog of boredom he'd been living in.

>"A perfect match for you... The Man who will kill you!"<

Dusty gears began turning. He turned around, eyes big, wide, and brimming with innocent hope. He ignored the Jade Emperor, focusing only on Shin at that moment.

"I am Shin Zhou, born of China to the late Ming Dynasty. It is a pleasure to fight in the company of my people's Gods, and a pleasure to meet you despite your unfortunate circumstance."

Mirth radiated from Gonad's infectious grin, a giddy chortle escaping him and his single eye rolling up with joy. There was a swagger to his step as he made his way back into the courtyard, sending tables skidding recklessly out of the way with his feet to make room. He'd stop four meters from Shin, looking the little fella up and down, unable and unwilling to hide his delight. He glanced over at the Jade King beyond Shin, apparently 'seeing' him for the first time.

"Hrah... The Gods...?"

Gonad slowly turned a full circle, studying the setting in earnest. By the Sky Yak, he really was in the company of gods. They all shone with beauty and color, and they also stared at Gonad as if he were a goat with an extra head on its ass. Gonad's eyes shot open even wider.

"BWAH! Gonad has found a divine place, and the gods themselves grant Gonad the desire of Gonad's heart! Gonad has no choice but to accept this challenge! Gonad sees Shin Man. Gonad be Gonad Yaksplitter, from Village of Gonad! If this be duel honored by the gods, then Gonad will fight with the purity of birth, and no other way."

Every single last article of clothing and equipment fell to the floor in turn, and was kicked unceremoniously to the sidelines. The eyepatch, a necklace of animal teeth, large steel bracers, tassets, loincloth, big-ass boots... In less than a minute Gonad would proudly stand before Shin, before the palace, before the gods, buck naked and armed with nothing he hadn't emerged from the womb with. Before Gonad might have been likened to a bull, armed with hooves and horns and sheer mass. Now, however, he seemed to almost appear as a god himself, unburdened by the world and free to let his presence expand. He hid behind nothing, had nothing to hide, ready to leave the mortal world in the same way he'd entered. With simple nudity he'd become a singularity, complete within itself. Practical sense had nothing to do with it, and neither did divinity. The gods themselves might flinch before the spirit of a mortal.
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As Gonad stripped himself to his bare flesh over the course of a few seconds, his name rang in Shin's head, surprising him in its familiarity. Something that the white eyed scientist had told him in passing tingled near the back of his head. 'It was nothing.' He told himself and began to disrobe, matching kind with kind was the very nature of this battle, the silk garments fell away with the slightest pull of a string at the waistband. They drifted in the wind and as the rain saturated them they flowed across the surface and were gradually pulled to the edge of the courtyard.

The two were bared, pure refined humanity exposed itself to another expression of itself, exposed as they were upon conception. Shin was awed at the muscular perfection that stood before him, a naturally build thing of flesh and bone. Forged by its genetics, it was beaten from the raw material of life. Two feet greater than himself, a titan of a warrior with biceps as big as his thighs, the mismatch of bulk was self evident. If it were any other man, any other superhuman even, he would be humbled by the disparity.

This, however, was Shin. A body forged like steel, hammered and tempered through diligent and consistent hard work. Every body part handcrafted by his own will, evolution's control taken away and given to his own hand. Every aspect of his own form, built the way he designed it. The match of genetics and dedication, form and function, made totally manifest in these two men.

Shin took to walking in a circle to the right. Predatory thoughts began to fill his mind, the instinct of the hunter began to flood through him. "Gonad the Yaksplitter, I am Shin Zhou. I have no titles anymore, I cast away the title of the Fiend of Battle. I am blood and flesh and bone, like you." Through his sideways motions he gradually shifted his body into a lower stance, bent slightly at the knees with his left foot leading.

The subtle shift would surely be picked up by all in the room, including Gonad. His arms tensed and his hands raised, elbows back to shoulder height and fingers pointing outwards like claws. The level of his hand and lower ribcage were even, and his fingertips parallel to his nipples. Pulling his head back to tuck his chin into his collarbone and raising his shoulders to his ears. He touched his tongue to his teeth and lined his jaw up with itself to make one solid bulwark of teeth in his mouth. Finally he narrowed his eye to a razor thin slit, the almost luminescent green eye peered through the eyelash-less eyelids and measured Gonad up and down from crown to toetip.

He would analyze every single second of his posturing and stancing, because every moment of it would matter. Shin was ready to die, and to make Gonad die.
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The barbarian kept pace with Shin as he circled, like they were going for a walk, maintaining a few meters distance as he considered Shin's guard. Shin clearly wanted to avoid being knocked out early, and seemed eager to use his hands and claws to counter. As Gonad understood it, a stance or a guard is one thing, but an attack is another. Some moves just flow better from certain positions, is all.

He pointed at Shin with the hand nearest, crooking a grisly nail at him.

"Training of Shin Man must be great, tanned like the hide of the Sky Yak in the light of the Yakmother's solar teat, for never such a body has Gonad seen. Still, more than training alone has Shin Man endured, and more to endure is to come!"

Before those words made any clear sense, Gonad abruptly faced Shin and declared his attack.

"SUNNY G!"

A stream of pee arced over towards Shin's chest. Gonad probably didn't have a lot in him considering he'd been thirsty. What a golden blessing.

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There was a primeval wisdom to the words of Gonad, but as Shin was preparing to compartmentalize the contemplation of them their true purpose became clear in an arc of gold. Like any smart man, using the sum total of his body's ability was nothing to be shunned.

Shin's hands clenched into cups rather than fists and he began a rapid back and forth slap towards the stream. Raindrops and urine aline were blasted out of the way of his hands with each repeating strike until the stream was depleted. Not a single drop touched his body, and his hands came out of it dryer than they had began.

He stepped in with a slight hop, positioning his left foot close to the inbetween of Gonad's own feet, following from the repeated slaps he brought his hands back and clenched to fists. The force drove from his right heel as he leaned in and extended both of his arms forward in a spiral that would put one hand in the center of Gonad's chest and the other right on his belly button. Not the most powerful blow, but one that would send someone of Gonad's weight staggering backwards.

Though silly, Gonad would not see Shin making the mistake of underestimating his ability.
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Gonad's mouth wrinkled into a small 'O' of surprise as his pee was slapped away, Shin's hands a whirring blur. It didn't take a speedometer for Gonad to see right off the bat that he was at a disadvantage in speed.

~Bwah! Fast then he be, but no more than ten stone should Shin Man weigh...~

Having roughly estimated Shin's casual speed, Gonad extended his left arm in a 'thumbs up' as his opponent hopped in, intending to plant his thumb against Shin's forehead to give him a light push backwards as his attack commenced, thus forcing him out to Gonad's arm's reach and preemptively locking him out of his effective ra-!?

Gonad, to his utter bafflement, was forced backwards partway through his thought, rocking onto his right heel.

~Bwuh!? Heavy!?!?~

Shin's mass, although still far less than Gonad's, had been substantially more than Gonad had expected of a man of such stature. If Gonad succeeded in pressing his thumb against Shin's forehead, instead of casually holding back Shin he himself was pushed back by his own counter. He'd been in a neutral stance as well, neither foot in front nor in back, thus ill preparing him to accommodate the momentum of Shin. The double fisted blow came short of hitting the barbarian, but Shin's message came through quite clearly; weight classes weren't going to decide this fight so simply.
Gonad knew as soon as he was off-balance that he'd have to recover immediately to afford no further openings. He'd be wary of his opponent attempting to grab or strike his left arm as he staggered back a step. With barely contained excitement Gonad decided to assume that his opponent had even more speed than initially showcased, just to be safe, and also reevaluated his initial assumption of Shin's weight. Ten stone? More like fifteen or sixteen at the very least.

At the highest level of martial arts, one no longer seeks merely to 'win'. The ultimate goal of the warrior is to achieve victory at any cost in any situation, but a martial artist strives for self improvement, eternally seeking their 'perfect self'. Gonad had always fought with both ideals in mind, but as he matured he'd learned which was more important. For the weak, mercy affords enemies more chances to slay them. For the strong, mercy means your foe can challenge you another day and help you achieve greater heights. The fear of death only serves as cheap motivation for those who don't have the will to risk their lives and learn from the same foe twice.
The berserker arts were designed purely for warfare. A supreme offensive effort that applied every last asset the body could offer to the sole purpose of slaying all enemies in an instant, with no regard for one's own safety. The last time Gonad had needed to go berserk had been against a shapeshifting demon that could take the strength of those it had eaten. He could distinctly feel a similar threat level from this little Asian half his size.
Gonad would have loved to go all out every time he fought, but the martial arts are not about appeasing one's nature. It is discipline, understanding, and growth. In war, one should pull an opponent up by the roots. In martial arts, you prune your opponent and your opponent prunes you. Gonad sought not to remove weeds, but to nurture fruit.

Could this foe, designated by the gods, rekindle Gonad's warrior's nature and make him fight without consideration for the life of his opponent?
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The moment of contemplative pause had left Shin wondering, if Gonad was trying to comprehend or if he was simply stunned. A pressure against his forehead almost stalled his movement forward, it was the hand of Gonad and it weighed as much as it looked. It was Shin's weight what made the single handed press useless, he had clearly caught him off guard and when he drove his body forward another step his knuckles almost pressed against the chest and stomach of the gigantic fighter. Roughly an inch away from direct skin to skin contact as it were, so he extended his fingers so that the first knuckle of each one touched Gonad.

Like a wave beginning at his extended hands, his body reeled back for a single moment, each muscle rippling backwards and bulging his shoulderblades out for a single second. His calves tensed and the small bones in his feet popped with the force of the motion. A tsunami in the shape of a human body, all of the force recoiled from his feet and back. Every single pound of weight in his body was suddenly accelerated to the highest speed achievable, throwing his forearms forward and bending his knuckles to flatten his fists against Gonad.

He slammed his fists into the berserker, performing an enhanced version of the one inch punch fused a c-shaped punch. Delivering the force across the entire surface of the gigantic body with both hands. Shin was prepared to show Gonad the full force of his cultivated form, he would not bring death to someone who did not yet understand the gravity of the situation he was in.
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Gonad hadn't forgotten the last time he'd gotten the wind knocked out of him. Worthy foes were treasured in memories past. Here was another gem for the collection. The barbarian was familiar with the concept of the one inch punch, and could perform similar attacks, but he'd never met anyone else who had devoted as much or more effort into mastering it. He'd thought he was in a position of relative safety, only to be struck when he least expected it. Gonad skidded back, bracing his left foot behind himself this time, single eye bulging, two fresh, bright red marred knuckle imprints left by Shin's fists. He'd been forced to cede ground twice now.

From Shin's perspective, he may have fancied himself in a position of safety as well. He'd connected flush with his blow, the perfection of his Kung Fu reverberating throughout Gonad's body like a ripple. It would have stopped any other martial artist cold. This was something very different. Even as he closed in and landed his attack, Gonad had been in the process of showing Shin his own cultivation. During that second of pause where Shin had concentrated his power, Gonad's left hand moved with a venomous flicker, the thumb that had been pressed against Shin's forehead jagging down to plunge into his empty socket. Should the point blank gouge succeed, a fearsome pressure would immediately overtake Shin's orbital bone as it was actually pinched between the barbarian's finger and thumb, the hulking warrior finding a grip right off the bat as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and for him it was.
One trained as a berserker gives no quarter to pain, an ultimate opportunist who siezes the moments between life and death.

Shin would be jerked after Gonad, the hairy, thick fingers not budging despite the two-fisted blow having landed at roughly the same time. Gonad's toenails scritched across the damp floor, and before he even finished sliding he'd seek to take advantage of Shin being potentially pulled off balance. Gonad's rear foot left the floor as he spun on the ball of his lead right foot. The fast, low roundhouse glided in on a cushion of silence. All the weight of that silence was in dynamite. If it struck it'd bowl through Shin's shins and, in conjunction with his skull being hauled to his right, would launch his body into a searing mid-air cartwheel that'd culminate in his head hitting the ground before his feet did, and his feet winding up where his head had been.

Whether or not the traffic accident of a kick landed, Gonad's stomach churned shortly after the exchange, a hot swell rising up too fast to stop. A cocktail of everything Gonad had consumed in the last few hours flooded his cheeks and spewed out from between his lips, a partially digested stew of bile slapping the ground. He'd been hit in both the chest and the belly, and now that a few moments had passed, the full effects of the two fisted blow had begun to manifest. The impact had been more than he'd expected, just like everything else involving this strange, Eastern warrior. He wondered if this was on purpose. One blow voids the lungs of air, as the other threatens further suffocation by voiding the stomach. An enemy gasping for oxygen, then choking on vomit. A two-fisted attack with a two-fold threat.
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It had been an age since someone had taken opportunity of his missing eye, it had never once happened in such a way. In that moment he understood how a bowling ball felt on a level that he never could have imagined. Thumb in socket and head jerked forward like the plunger of a pinball machine, he would have laughed at the humor of it if he weren't about to be on the receiving end of the machinations of the barbarous Gonad.

His eye rolled in its socket to lock onto the movement in the corner of his peripheral vision. A kick aimed to spin him upside down, a solid response. With the experience of bloody conflict, Gonad proved capable on his feet with retaliating to unexpected offense. They truly had brought him as a match to the giant, even with the disparity of weight and size he was up against a swift and powerful body.

Single moments mattered, before the blow connected with his shins he extended his toes and raised the balls of his feet to put the axis of force at a further point from his body. By forcing the force further away from his center of gravity he made the spin far more powerful, allowing himself to take the full force of the blow. As Gonad had predicted, his kick sent the muscular form of Shin spinning place.

But.

At the middle of the spin he tucked his arms into his chest and then straightened them to the ground. He stopped the vertical momentum by turning it into horizontal momentum, then caught himself on one hand, quickly shifting in place he moved his hands in a circle to keep the momentum going and even raising it to turn himself into a whirling dervish. The full length of his legs extended outwards with his hip turned slightly so that both knees were pointing in the same direction as they spun.

Once he'd thrown himself into a frenzied spin his unhinged eye watched Gonad begin to vomit and shoved outwards with his left hand. Throwing his entire spinning form like a top that's just hit a bump. He took the equivalent of two steps forward in distance to deliver a followup of his own kick. An absolutely diabolical spinning kick, using the sum total force that Gonad had delivered into him along with his own muscular fortitude to ramp the blow up.

He aimed to deliver it right into the side of Gonad's trunk, where his arm would likely be resting against his flank. With this much force it would be a staggering blow.
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This time the technique Shin used was something Gonad had never seen before. When a wild beast encounters the unknown, the first instinct is to retreat. Find safety, wait out the storm and prepare better for the next time. Survival is all that matters. It's easy to assume that Gonad has the same instincts as a wild beast, and would try to evaluate anything suspicious from a safe distance.

Such thinking was the bane of all warriors. One who seeks to preserve their life loses it, as only prey flees. For some, fighting is like driving a car. Going by the book, you stop at red lights, go on green, avoid contact with other vehicles, and obey the speed limit. If Gonad were in a motor vehicle, he wouldn't even dignify the traffic lights with a glance. He'd take a shortcut through a government building and then careen off a cliff.
Despite the technique being new to Gonad he was able to discern it in a heartbeat, waylaying all inessential information with the astute simplicity of a child and siezing his next opportunity without hesitation. Instead of retracting his leg immediately after the kick, Gonad paused a moment to see how Shin recovered and then stepped forwards during the second revolution, vomit still running down his beard.

Partway through that second horizontal spin, when his back was to Gonad, Shin might abruptly feel an immense weight settling firmly onto his inwards pointing thumbs, temporarily pinning his hands in place and killing a significant portion of his potential energy on the roundabout, perhaps damaging his arms with his own momentum as well. He'd be able to see what had happened immediately. With a downright scary sense of timing, Gonad would have trapped the thumbs under the ball of his left foot, the same he'd just kicked with, and bearing down with his quarter-ton of weight would invade Shin's personal space prematurely and grab him by the hips, transitioning into a belly to back waistlock as he wrenched Shin into the air like a sack of spuds while stepping off his thumbs. The spinning leg(s) might whack against Gonad's right bicep if Shin could stretch enough, but the power would be relatively insubstantial and far from the stopping power required to slow down the behemoth.

Should this occur, then a brief feeling of weightlessness would accompany the sight of the sky flipping overhead. In two blinks Shin would be staring at the Jade Emperor from his perch atop Gonad's shoulders, the Jade Emperor staring back, bewildered by the strange counter. Gonad had swung Shin's 250 pound body up into a backwards piggyback, and would hold him in place with the waistlock, forearms squeezing into his opponent's love handles. From there Shin could easily wail on the brute's head, strangle that thick neck between his thighs, or any number of other fearsome attacks, but... There it was again. That heavy silence, the air thick with the vaccuum tension of an impending disaster.
Entertainment wrestling was likely something Shin had never seen before, and Gonad wasn't a paid actor, yet even then it wouldn't be too difficult to visualize what was going to come next. Shin had enough time to try a quick thing or two, but if he got lifted he'd be at ground zero. One of Gonad's kicks was akin to a low speed motorcycle crash. If he applied the strength of his entire body in conjunction with his and Shin's combined mass, the next attack would surely do justice to its name.

It was a fallacy to assume Gonad was unarmed. When one uses the very bodies of their enemies as kinetic weapons, there is always another weapon within reach, each a hundred times greater in weight than a mere blade, exponentially more devastating than the blow of any club, and as difficult to evade as tenfold bear traps beneath a blanket of snow.
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