Point and Shoot: (Revised Second Edition - December 2014) (The Lock Tourmaline Mystery Series) by G.D. Baum

Author:G.D. Baum [Baum, G.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

We took our places. Bette went back to the starting point and crouched again. The crowd clapped. A few of the kids from my school called out, “Go, Bette.” She waited until it was finally silent.

I tried to catch her whispered prayer this time, but she still said it too softly. Her body was curled in a ball, facing away from me. Suddenly, she shouted a kiai, the sound of the spirit, and cross-blocked. Her three sidekicks were crisp and powerful, executed with precise articulation.

The hand techniques were more grounded this time; I could sense the waves of energy travel though her petite body. They emanated from force drawn in through her legs, barreling through her torso, becoming magnified and focused, funneling, drilling down into a girl’s hands that could break bricks. It was what became of the gifted ones who practiced every day for hours without fail for two years, the ones who were born to this.

She reached the stage of the form where she had faltered. I expected her to slow down to get it right. But instead, she shouted at the top of her lungs, hammering herself through to the other side. Notching it up.

She leaped and executed a spinning round house kick with extreme height and precision. She landed in a crouch, arcing her leg around into a low foot sweep that merged into a flying stepping stool kick. Another shouted kiai. And finally, she landed solidly in a front bow stance, weight equally distributed vertically and horizontally.

Then she notched it up yet again. Her body exploded in a flurry of punches and blocks that were so fast, with such flow, that the eye could not follow. But each strike was crisp, and her black karate uniform gave off the tell-tale snapping sound, punctuating the strokes. She pummeled the very air that surrounded her, creating waves of force magnified by unbelievable speed. Kempo Hands, the signature inhuman velocity of our style when performed at maximum intensity.

One final kiai, and she ended with a punch straight down at an imaginary opponent on the ground, her fist ending an inch above the wood floor. She recoiled the hand and curled into the same little ball, at the same place she had started.

Finished.

The room swelled in shouts and applause. She remained there, the only movement, her back expanding and contracting as she took in gulps of air.

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