[i]Oh, Enkidu, my one and only friend, how has it come to be that we are once again mortal enemies?[/i] Gilgamesh lamented. [i]Had we not done great deeds together? Was it not together that we destroyed the great bull of heaven and slew the fearsome Humbaba?[/i]

Enkidu's punch had not penetrated the body of the king - had it been anyone else, without a doubt the blow would have been the end of them, but Enkidu was facing the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, the King of Uruk - and his one true friend. This was not something that was new to Gilgamesh, for he had once fought Enkidu before, and as such had come to expect such things. 

As a result, Gilgamesh had forseen Enkidu's imminent attack from the moment that the strange... girl, for lack of a better term had transported the two away from the mongrel Enkidu had been challenging, for he knew that in this state without the mongrel to attract Enkidu he would surely come for him. As such, Gilgamesh had been able to take a pre-emptive measure, as opposed to a reactionary measure which he certainly would have failed. It was this pre-emptive measure that protected Gilgamesh from Enkidu's strike, which had been stopped by the shield of the gods. 

"However, Enkidu, my only friend, if you wish for a battle, then I shall grant it to you." 

And with that, Gilgamesh pulled from the Gate the sword known as Ig Alima, the mountain felling sword. Wielding the great sword, Gilgamesh let out a massive strike which would be enough to level the surrounding area in the hopes of bringing down Enkidu, the clay weapon of the gods.