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The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper
1. Gonad's strength isn't really quantifiable. He's as strong as an unarmed man needs to be to fight on even ground with similarly skilled armed and armored opponents. Generally though, his blows can kill normal humans if delivered to the head and can put superhumans out of commission. He is stronger than any character that uses a weapon, as a point of fairness given his very low durability and combat range. Same case with speed. That doesn't mean he's too fast to hit or too strong to beat. It just means that he is a power oriented martial artist capable of fighting with knights and Vikings and shit.

2. Gonad's build is unusually dense and broad as well as tall, and his body\arm length proportions are scaled up from the reach of MMA fighter Jon Jones, so he has excellent reach for his height. Still far less than anybody with a sword, which is one of his biggest weaknesses.

3. He did not step forwards, it was not necessary. I made no mention of him doing that, and he did exactly as I said he did. Naturally he went through the motions required to launch a back kick, but I don't waste time going on about all of the confusing body mechanics. All those silly descriptions of pivots and multiple joints and diagonal clockwises are entirely moot imo. A straight punch is a straight punch, a roundhouse is a roundhouse, a spinning back kick is a spinning back kick. If I plan to do some wacky stiff-body kick that involves unlikely physics, I'll make a mention of it. Otherwise, it is just what the tin says. Trixi is however close she moved to Gonad in the first place, I never had him move after he stopped to prepare the punch. I'd assume they are pretty close together, and that's as much an answer as you can expect to get from me. I write like I'm telling a story, and as you have likely guessed I do not deal in specifics. Feel free to interpret things how you want, but when I describe something, I mean exactly what I describe. If you say she is close enough to kick Gonad in the back of the knee, then I'll take your word for it. Doesn't mean it will work, but I'll assume your character has been the physical requirements to attempt such a thing. The following image neatly sums up my roleplay style.


Whether or not she is moving, Gonad has great aim and is intending to give her the goods based upon wherever the heck she is. And like I described, Gonad is expecting Trixi to expect a counter attack, hence the fake backfist. There is something to be said for when one anticipates and plans for a move only to encounter something entirely different. When someone throws a surprise attack at you, you don't see it coming in slow motion. At any rate, if things are still confusing, here is a little video with a kick similar to Gonad's. Notice how flexible and normal the stance is and how the kick still has obvious power even with Uriah not going through the full motions.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper
What happens if Trixi is caught in a lightning storm?

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper
No sane boxer so obviously telegraphs a punch. But then, Gonad was not entirely a boxer. Like Trixi, his technique was fluid and easily adaptable. He knew her options just as well as he knew his. Gonad just so happened to have a tried and true technique that he saved for those occasions when an opponent preemptively tries to sidestep one of his big wind-up punches. It came from muscle memory, likely with considerably more speed than the woman had been expecting from so vast an opponent. Strangely, the punch would end up flying in the opposite direction of Trixi. It would come out like a hook, Gonad whirling in the direction opposite of her with a heavy "Hruff!", as if she had instead tried to move to his right. It would be exceedingly difficult to predict this "turn" of events (no pun intended), given the split second timing needed to react to a normal punch, let alone the veteran berserker's. What was he thinking, turning his back to an enemy? Perhaps it was a good chance to attack him from-

*FWOOOOMSH*

In the world of martial arts, there is a strike immensely more powerful than any other. It is known as the spinning back kick. It can blow open doors with ease when launched from just the standing position, rupture internal organs, and fold over grown men that make a living out of beating other grown men to a pulp. As the behemoth spun on the ball of his left foot, his right one left the ground in a blur and surged up towards Trixi's abdomen at close range. She'd have effectively paced right into the trap. Unlike the initial "punch", this move came completely out of the blue and with no second guessing. Perhaps she might have expected a spinning attack in the split second when he swung opposite her, but it probably wouldn't have been a kick expected. His right arm would have been raised up as he attacked, to mislead her into expecting a spinning backfist and perhaps make her vainly try to duck or escape backwards rather than to the side, not that it would be so easy to avoid the size 24 foot. "Rolling" with the blow would be about as effective as rolling off a circus cannonball. If her guts were the dinosaurs, then this was the extinction event. The entire reason David Carradine died from autoerotic asphyxiation was because he couldn't control his libido after seeing this kick. Trixi's belly was a +1 trinket and Gonad's hoof was Adam Smith.

Unless she had a backup plan, her feet would leave the ground as the warrior's heel sunk deep into her vitals. Her body would be propelled backwards through the air as he fully extended his leg, Trixi ragdolling across the ground after a rough landing. It was no truly lethal move in and of itself, but any human it connected with would undoubtedly be down for the count. There would be no lava in the way should she be given that one way ticket to Hurtsville U.S.A, and given several minutes she would probably be able to even stand up again, albeit in no condition to rock and roll for a good while. If all this came to pass, Gonad would not press the advantage. He'd instead plop down on the ground to do some yoga. Some sweaty, bare-assed barbarian yoga.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper
Gonad is quick to approach even if there is no hurry. Berserkers don't have much patience!

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper

If it helps, try standing before a doorway. Most door frames are around Gonad's height, given that many house doors average 6'8". Here is the Great Khali (7'1", 346 pounds) and some chicks.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper
Words could not express the joy which shone on the barbarian's face as he saw his opponent advance. She was small and with little protection, yet had as much courage as King Guzman. This meant a great deal in Gonad's eye. He strode quickly towards Trixi, more a powerwalk than anything. His arms would remain loose at his sides, but were he to get within the woman's reach he'd then cock back his left fist as if he were going to slug her right in the gobhole. It could scarcely be more straightforward, something that was easily avoided and easily countered? Perhaps, but of all people Gonad knew the true power of simplicity. From this point on, every move Trixie made would be a skip and a hop along the razor's edge. One misstep and that would be all.

She might have been more than equal to peak athletes, but one look at the barbarian's freakish body would tell her all she needed to know about what would happen should she screw up. Up close, he was even bigger. When one looked at an image of a moose or a horse, one rarely could grasp the true size of the animal. Not until they were right in front of it would the realization of its sheer size become apparent. Were Gonad to stand directly before Trixi, she would have to crane her head straight up vertically to just try and catch a glimpse of his forehead. His hips would be nearly at the level of her chest, each leg probably thicker than her waist. To hit him in the head with her baton, she'd need to be well within his long reach. Not just because of the size of his arms, but because by having to swing higher up at an angle her own reach would be diminished. Each of his scarred hands was big enough to engulf her entire face, and judging by the way the tendons played across his forearms like massively thick piano wires, her face would not stay long in contact with her skull if such a thing occurred. He reeked of alcohol and sweat, of blood and of her daddy, an all-enveloping perfume of war. Those with honed senses often encountered a strange phenomenon at this point. The ambience would dim to an almost nonexistent hum. For a brief moment the background would fade to black, leaving only the ponderous nude monster and empty space. A trick of the brain known as tunnel vision. The mind and the body knowing instinctively that the end was truly nigh, a singular threat taking precedence over all perception. Even without the illusion, Trixi would be able to feel that this was going to be vastly different than the advantage-passing cat and mouse games normally reserved for human combat. This fight was going to redefine the ways a mortal could die.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper
No idea, I just copied/pasted it from the main thread. Regardless, Gonad would not slip chasing anyone.

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper

How about five and one-half yards?

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@Rilla
*Cough* 3 wins now *Cough*

The Black Mountain Tournament: Trixi Vs. Gonad

@Fallenreaper
Gonad ceased his squatting and, arms crossed, began walking towards Trixi, intending to stop several yards away. He had apparently forgotten all his stuff. Her advice for him to cover up passed through him like wind through a keyhole. He didn't seem to even register the words. This one clearly operated somewhere beyond the stratosphere. That peculiar sort of person who had their own set of rules and customs entirely apart from the rest of the world, impossible to judge or define by social norms. This man was what long suffering psych techs called a "Deep Space Cowboy".

"Hrah! Fine be anything with Gonad! Fancy Girl do as Fancy Girl like! Share words we will after battle, for waited has Gonad for such. Then much ale will there be and many mighty tales of fertile Sky Yak! If ready Fancy Girl be, gruh, then BEGIN!"