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[i]Gonad's hands had since fallen to his sides. As Trixi moved in for her attack, his left fist rose up before his chin. He'd have expectedly assumed a fighting pose, albiet just a half boxing stance with his legs not even spread to accommodate full punching power. A brief premonition might hit Trixi at that moment, and if it did it could very well save her from a quick loss. It would have a similar feel to the tunnel vision illusions and skilled feints that Gonad could inflict.[/i]

[b]*A snapshot of his left fist extended across her defenseless face like a shadow cast from a lurid green twilit sun, having crossed over her right arm which was in mid-strike.*[/b]

[i]In boxing, if you are lucky, you may bear witness to a certain kind of punch. One that barely grazes the chin pad, yet seems infused with an electric vibe of pure knockout power. A body slumps in a heap, having never known what hit them. Gonad did not need luck nor circumstance nor even a proper set up to throw one such a strike as would be studied for years by experts as a reference point to the illusive concept of a "perfect punch". Trixi would be allowed a time frame in which to stop and rethink her action. It seemed though that he was as much a teacher as a warrior, for surely the subconscious warning had been on purpose. Gonad was enjoying the courage of this one.[/i]