20 December 2012
His right arm hooked around my left, pulling hard he jerked me forward. Suddenly he changed his attack on me,I couldn't stop. My head whipped forward for a split second and then the force came back, causing 30 pounds of force to hit my neck down towards the floor.
My arm bounced at different points off the hard blue matts, rippling and twisting as the wave of force went through the soft tissue and muscle whilst my bones strain out of shape. The pain. It hurt. It shot through my shoulder for a split second. "fuck! Dammit!" I swore under my breath whilst I clutched my injury.
He looked at me as if he was saying "well get up!" "Grin and bare it Ellie" I said to myself.
The training continued, and so did the abuse... My arm was now swollen from the previous hit and I had sustained more minor injuries along the way. That wasn't the last of the pain, no definitely not the last. The worst technique was being performed as I waited my turn, It was my go and I ran. I ran straight for him (as you should) but i saw the glint. That one flicker that gives it all away, I got hold of his wrist and held on hard! He span me around and spat me out forwards, I rolled, my feet flew after me and hit the floor with an almighty smash. The sole of my right foot hit and my left felt as if it was on fire, the energy and force ran through the bone as my leg collapsed in on itself.
Locked in place, I leant forwards to take the pressure off my agonising injury that most did not notice had happened. I curled up into a ball at the edge of the mat, with only a grinding of the teeth and tears rolling down my flustered face I stayed motionless. "Grrrraaaaahhhh!!!" The groan attracted the attention of most of the class and Sue (being the only mother in the class) comes over to investigate.
I paused for a moment then rose up again to re-engage in the fight, and gaining the pride and respect of my classmates who's looks clearly had shown that there impression was that I couldn't handle such a hit to my lanky legs.
They were wrong.
I could handle it, I had handled it and I will give him the same treatment. It was my turn to perform this technique and he was the first challenger, my face was etched with the art of anger, my movement like that of war and my gaze concentrated on him.
"Come here you bastard! See if you can take this!!" my thoughts cried out. He ran towards me at full speed, as soon as his grip had settled I had moved. With one swift and powerful movement whilst gritting my teeth and damming his name in my head, he was thrown away.Thrown away and surprised by my sudden burst of furry, he had flown 8 feet down the mat and skidded another 4 until he reached a slow stop.
Satisfaction is all I felt, "I CAN hold my own" I thought but my face said it louder that words could ever try.
The end of the lesson roles round, angry and hurt I limp of the mat but remain the victor until he challenges me the next lesson...
War At A Glance Pt 1 • Opuss № I