Reminiscing about our first fight
Posted on 2004-10-21 at 08:01
The first fight Bryan and I had took place in San Francisco. I had been practicing my Stepping Eagle Style on the tension wire of the Golden Gate Bridge and he had been working on his Northern Iron Stomach technique in the icy waters below.
We had both nearly finished our regimes when we noticed each other. I, my hand on my car door to leave and he with a raw trout he'd snatched from the Pacific waters hanging from his mouth. A thick ichor dripped from his gaping maw and down the twitching fish tail as he stared me down as a leopard stares down its prey. Haunched over like a beast, he sat perched on the hood of his new green Saturn. Our eyes met and a primal growl rolled from his throat. It was on.
For the past eleven days and twelve nights I'd been in a Red Lotus Trance and, though I sought peace, he projected himself into my dreams, taunting me each night with his his gurgling laughter. Having been in a trance, I had not yet heard about his Six Day training under Master Kim Po Lung. Learning the Art of the Fistless Punch under Master Kim would serve him well.
A flickering eyelid was all that signaled my attack, but it was enough for my foe. As I lept forward, pulling a bamboo shard from my jacket and extending it out to perform the Staff of Seven Winds technique, he lept to intercept my staff before it had gained its strength with his Steel Tonfa. Our bodies met in the air over the bridge and it is said that forty people were deafened that day from the sound of our weapons clashing, such was the power of our mighty strikes.
The battle raged for a week and a half, neither given ground to the other as we advanced through our techniques and eventually surpassed the physical to concentrate our fighting on the psychic realm as we employed the techniques we'd learned from Master Gygax at the school where we first met. Id Insinuations and Towers of Iron Will bent metal and snapped tension wires on the great bridge. Cars flew into the waters and police eventually cordoned off the area to save the lives of the citizens of the city. While we raged, I am told that over four hundred, fifty people lost their lives to our wild combat. But they were commoners so it was OK.
When it seemed as though our fighting would never cease, my enemy took a blow to the head from Blue Honor, my Nine-Rings Sword, and burst into a cloud of biting insects that swarmed around me and infiltrated my armor. Lest the fight fall against me, I knew I must escape. Calling upon the power of my ancestors, I transformed into a cloud of smoke and floated away to fight again. As I left I could see my enemy reforming, a green ooze leaking from the many wounds in his body. The fight so close, I was certain that further training would hand me a sure victory. I now seek out Swami Vishishtadveata, who I will force to teach me the Celestial Palm form. With the Celestial Palm, my enemy cannot hope to withstand my next assault.