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[i]Gonad's equipment and garments lay in a big heap behind him. He was buck naked, shamelessly performing a set of deep, mighty squats. It was too hot down in this crater to wear anything while exercising. The path ahead was blocked until he dealt with the next challenge, so until said challenge arrived, by God he would squat as no man had ever squatted before. Being at the bottom of a volcano was no excuse to skip leg day. Upon his grizzled mug was a look embodying stern concentration, along with a couple smudges of blueberry from the pie he had taken at the entrance. A stereotypical dumb brute, the sort that normally got booted into space by the smaller, more clever heroes early on. There would be little reason for a challenger to think twice about this. Except...

[u]What sort of man emptied his bowels where he pleased? Who would thrive naked and unarmed among enemies, out in the open?[/u]

A mental image, unbidden, sailed by on the hot wind.[/i]

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[i]Some things do not have natural enemies...
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