GOB's brain was barely working at this point. Less than usual. He'd been stabbed in the head twice, come on. Even vamp healing and all that blood he just drank couldn't do too much for him right now. With with what motor control he still possessed, he aimed a punch (with his working arm) at Atton's crotch.
When in doubt and unable to think much, rely on instinct.
Re: A Change of Weather
When in doubt and unable to think much, rely on instinct.