07-14-2023, 12:40 PM
It wasn't uncommon for a scene to introduce weapons in a one sided fight. His opponent thought to train with them and Li admired the balls to include them. Though he had been warming up with them when they arrived. He shouldn't have expected anything less than all ones tools in the arsenal.
While he readied himself, Li closed his eyes and said a small prayer to the universe, centering himself once again with the natural flow of things. For what chaos brings, it so brings order when asked. Three deep breaths in and out in a favored technique and the source of all life and death floated in his hands. Li had watched a boy -- a young man, twenty something come into the dojo and practice with the power in such a way he had never thought to try. Fighting with this gift was dangerous, it could explode at any moment, Li didn't trust himself but the young man had wielded the power with such mastery and yet fumbled with his own balance. He'd claimed he was relearning himself. A missing arm would cause anyone to refocus and relearn, but Li had learned from the young man.
Li took up his stance again, weaponless by all eyes but unseen were the winds of power at his beckoning call. Li beckoned him again with a grin as he set himself into his final stance with a flutter of his arms forward in a gentle tantric motion and a breeze from no where fluttered around the room shuffling papers and the hair of dark goddess who watched nearby. She knew of the same power, the light and darkness of it's touch and feel.
Zixin rushed in burnishing his sword and it met a solid block of air an inch from Li's arm, he wielded the invisible blocks like tonfa. It was crude, nothing so sustaining as what he'd see the young man in the dojo wielding. He couldn't even possibly conceive of how he bent the light, shifted the air, wielded fire balls all the while preforming a self choreographed kata to perfection. This was nothing like that.
While he readied himself, Li closed his eyes and said a small prayer to the universe, centering himself once again with the natural flow of things. For what chaos brings, it so brings order when asked. Three deep breaths in and out in a favored technique and the source of all life and death floated in his hands. Li had watched a boy -- a young man, twenty something come into the dojo and practice with the power in such a way he had never thought to try. Fighting with this gift was dangerous, it could explode at any moment, Li didn't trust himself but the young man had wielded the power with such mastery and yet fumbled with his own balance. He'd claimed he was relearning himself. A missing arm would cause anyone to refocus and relearn, but Li had learned from the young man.
Li took up his stance again, weaponless by all eyes but unseen were the winds of power at his beckoning call. Li beckoned him again with a grin as he set himself into his final stance with a flutter of his arms forward in a gentle tantric motion and a breeze from no where fluttered around the room shuffling papers and the hair of dark goddess who watched nearby. She knew of the same power, the light and darkness of it's touch and feel.
Zixin rushed in burnishing his sword and it met a solid block of air an inch from Li's arm, he wielded the invisible blocks like tonfa. It was crude, nothing so sustaining as what he'd see the young man in the dojo wielding. He couldn't even possibly conceive of how he bent the light, shifted the air, wielded fire balls all the while preforming a self choreographed kata to perfection. This was nothing like that.
“What you must do," said Monkey, "is lure the monster from its hiding place, but be certain it is a fight you can survive.”