"FWLS55" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)to the clunky two handed ones. I pulled my second spatula out of
the wall and span it into position. "I think I'll go do inventory," Wazoo informed us, and ran for the back room faster than mortal man was meant to move. "I don't want to kick your ass, ma'am, but it doesn't look like you're giving me much of a choice," Joey said, overweight spatula wavering in his hands. "I don't know who you really are or why you're so insistent on getting my window, but if it's a fight you want, I've got a few minutes before my next class. Let's get it over with. Not here, though. Follow me." Joey skipped backwards, keeping his spatula balanced as he knocked the dojo door open, bouncing lightly on the padded mat behind him. I followed, keeping a defensive posture in case the fool tried to attack while he was entering a more proper fighting arena. Have to center myself. Concentrate on the truth. I am Sarah Ann Tatewaki, Wae Spat master. I am here to liberate the family name from someone who has wrongly taken it. I know the forms by heart, memorized, and can perform them like a well oiled machine. So start performing already. Think each move through as it happens. Opponent is using a single spatula, large model, no hands free. Spatula is currently perpendicular to the floor. Move 43, the sliding throw : glide in, wait for swing, duck under and throw. Move executed; Joey attempts to pound me with a swing, but I'm under him and flipping him into the air before he can react. The man lands on his feet, surprised but still very active. More forms... the spinning pizza blade, the fake and slap. He counters, but not very well. He launches some attacks designed for the single spatula, such as the burger flip, but I skip backwards before the spatula can contact the bottoms of my slipper-shoes. I duck one swing and jump the other, clasping the large spatula flat with my own and pulling it over his head. Joey goes down backwards, but manages to hang on and pull free. I launch a flurry attack, but he's rolling away and diving behind me. The world turns upside down as the entire flat of his spatula contacts on my back, sending me sliding across the mat. Quickly soothe down the painful muscles with the flat of one spatula... the other seems to have skidded away. Mistake one, never lose your weapon. With an aching back and half the weapons I had, I charge. Joey easily deflects me, impacting the handle |
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