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[i]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 "[b]Hruff![/b]", 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-[/i]

[b]*FWOOOOMSH*[/b]

[i]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.[/i]