Dojo

The smell of sweat coated the dry,dusty,dirty floor. I spun on the ball of my foot, bringing up my leg into a roundhouse that caught my opponet straight in the soft flesh of his gut."Woof," the breath rushed out of his body as he slumped to the floor. "Ow." He said as he straightened up. good roundhouse."Wasn't excpecting that. Lets try that again... now its my turn." My blood turned to ice in my veins. Last time he had said that I had ended up with broken bones and a dislocated shoulder despite this mans tone and words I knew I was in danger. We stood facing each other casually, like friends, except one is going to injure another."lets go," he said. Jab, and jab, and jab. I lashed out with a jumping scissor kick catching him in the stomach, again, man that had to hurt. He reeled. Then he pulled th escrima from behind his back sliding confidently into a fighting stance. He reminded me of a predatory jungle cat. Sleek, confident and one hell of a temper. He leaped forward bringing an escrima down across my head and swinging another hitting me in the temple. I crumpled to the floor. My vision slowly going black.

To Be Continued...