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Rowan is shirtless
Naomi is in cyborg outfit
**FIGHT!**
Rowan exploded forward, a bull of flesh and fury. He didn't bother with finesse. A heavy kick buckled Naomi’s knee with a screech of protesting metal. She staggered, and Rowan was on her, his fists like sledgehammers. A right cross snapped her head back, a left hook to her torso dented the plating. He drove a knee into her midsection, hearing the *CRUNCH* of internal components.
Naomi fought back, her movements precise and powerful. A piston-like jab cracked against Rowan’s ribs, but he grunted and absorbed it, grabbing her extended arm. With a roar of effort, he twisted, using his entire body as a lever.
***SNAP-CRACK!*** Wires and servos sparked as her left arm bent at a grotesque, impossible angle at the elbow.
She tried to sweep his legs, but Rowan jumped over the attempt and stomped down on her ankle.
***CRUNCH!*** Her foot went broken, dangling by a few strands of flex-cable.
Naomi collapsed to one knee. Rowan didn't relent. He circled, a predator toying with its prey. He grabbed her other arm, placed his foot on her shoulder, and pulled.
***RIIIP-SCREECH!*** The right arm tore from its socket in a shower of sparks and hydraulic fluid.
Now a limbless torso, Naomi could only glare. Rowan stepped behind her, placed his hands on either side of her head, and whispered, "For the mortals."
***CRUNCH!***
He wrenched her head around a full 180 degrees. The light in her human eyes flickered and died. Her body went slack, slumping to the ground in a heap of broken metal.
Rowan threw his head back and let out a primal roar, flexing his massive biceps. The crowd, what little there was, was silent.
Then, a sound. A low hum. A series of sharp, mechanical *CLICKS* and whirring servos.
Naomi’s body twitched. Her head spun back to its proper position with a sickening *pop*. Her limbs, as if pulled by invisible strings, reattached themselves with loud, definitive ***CLUNKS***. The dents in her torso smoothed out. She rose to her feet, her movements now fluid, her eyes glowing with a cold, violet light.
They squared off again. This time, the stillness was different. Rowan’s confidence had been replaced by a sliver of primal fear.
Naomi feinted a high kick. As Rowan raised his arms to block, she dropped low and drove a rigid, chrome-tipped hand directly into his groin.
It was a blow that bypassed all muscle, all training. Rowan’s eyes bulged. A wet, guttural gasp escaped his lips as he doubled over, the universe collapsing into a single point of nauseating agony. Before he could even process it, her other hand shot out, fingers stiff, jabbing into his throat.
***GACK!*** He choked, his windpipe crushed. He was blind with pain.
Naomi closed the distance. Her expression was one of cold, analytical cruelty. She placed a hand on his forehead, and with the other, drove a slender, needle-like probe directly into his temple.
There was no loud sound, just a soft *PUNCTURE* and a sizzle.
Rowan’s body went rigid. He collapsed to his knees, head lolling. He was paralyzed, fully conscious but trapped within a body that no longer obeyed him. A dazed, drooling puppet.
The dismantling began. - show Rowan in a daze like your other dizzy video - Mortal Kombat daze
Naomi’s fists became blurs of metal. She punched to destroy. Ribs splintered under the relentless attack. *CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!* His face became a pulpy mask. A brutal kick to his side ruptured something deep inside. He was a canvas of bruises and lacerations, held upright only by his own paralyzed muscles and her relentless onslaught.
Finally, she stopped. She propped his broken body up, his head hanging. She almost tenderly caressed his chest, his arms, his legs, as if inspecting her work. She then lifted one of his arms high, a grotesque parody of a victor's pose.
A synthesized voice echoed in the arena: **"FINISH HIM."**
Naomi’s hand drifted down. Her fingers, cold and unyielding, closed around Rowan’s testicles.
There was a wet, sickening *POP-SQUELCH*. Rowan screams in pain grabbing his crotch
A silent, agonized scream was trapped in Rowan’s throat. His eyes, the only part of him that could still express anything, rolled back in his head, filled with a horror beyond comprehension.
Naomi was methodical, a technician of pain. She grabbed his left arm, bent it back over her knee, and broke it with a clean, loud ***SNAP!*** Then the right. ***SNAP!*** She did the same to his legs, the sound of shattering bone echoing in the silent space. ***CRUNCH! SNAP!***
He was now a broken doll, a heap of shattered bone and screaming nerves.
She stepped behind him one last time, mimicking his own finishing move. She cradled his head, her fingers stroking his hair almost lovingly.
Then she twisted.
***CRRRUNCH!***
The sound was final, absolute. Rowan’s body went completely still.
Naomi held the pose for a moment before letting the body slump to the ground. She walked over, lifted the lifeless fighter's arm once more, and pulled out a small device from her wrist. She leaned in, smiled a bright, perfect, inhuman smile, and took a selfie with the defeated Rowan.
Language: Russian with English subtitles