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you get punched like that drop.. when you drop he will stand there with that smug look on his face. land with your arms locked beneath you. and one leg bent at the knee. make sure of its footing place ment. you have a few seconds then with your other leg lash out. Kick him in the jewels.. as he bends over swich legs and kick out connecting with his jaw. end of the fight. stand up and look around for his friends.
all you have to say.. "if any of you move at me, his suffering truely begins" they wont move a muscle.
one and only one rule applies here.. in a fight there is not honor. you fight to win.. check my sig for proof.
which sums it all up.
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.
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