>>5216386You change your stance, keeping your left arm in the same position, but step a bit back with your right foot and raise yourself up a bit more while raising your right arm up at the ready. With your thumb towards the ground and pinkie towards the sky. Ready to swing your fist down like a giant hammer.
“Was that your best?” you ask, Goar not hesitating and again charging full speed towards you. This time he doesn't swing with a right, instead leaning back and firing off a powerful thrusting front kick. His full power and momentum head directly at you, but instead of taking that head-on you swing your right fist down diagonally with a roar. “HAAAAA!”
Your forearm crashes into his shin, knocking his kick aside with his foot less than six inches from your face. Then before he can recover you charge, slamming your shoulder directly into his guts. With so much momentum charging into you he isn't sent flying backwards, instead simply stopping him cold. Despite the hit you don't stun him, the giant swinging his left fist down at you like a hammer. Raising your right arm you swat his blow aside with the back of your hand, then fire a straight left directly up into his jaw. This one sends him staggering back, taking two steps back to recover his balance. As he does you take the opportunity to get a running start, taking a pair of quick steps before leaping, and swinging a heavy right into his jaw.
“Gah! Dammit!” he snarls, your blow staggering him in a quick circle as you regain your feet. But he doesn't go down, as as he spins around he swings a powerful right backfist at you. Raising your right arm you knock his arm over your head, then simultaneously fire off a straight left directly into his exposed side. You strike him with one, two, three quick blows to his side before he staggers back, clutching his ribs. Leaving his face wide open, which you take full advantage of with a flying left knee square to his face. “Shii-!”
“HAAA!” you roar, spinning backwards and hitting him upside the head with a heavy roundhouse kick. This one drops him, knocking him around a hundred eighty degrees before dropping down to all fours. You land lightly on your feet, sighing out as you see him not immediately retaking his feet. Seems that one rocked him good. You listen as he tries catching his breath, you standing over him impatiently. “Was that all?”
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