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I, Martial Artist The Martial Arts Adventures of Koa Entertaining martial art lesson stories by Sensei J. Richard Kirkham B.Sc. http://kirkhamsebooks.com/ShortStoriesNPoems/MartialArts/Koa/index.htm
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Note from Sensei Kirkham: After the story To Dream The Dream of Pele these stories are in chronological order. Before that they are short stories and fight scenes with martial arts lessons of more stories to come |
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Koa Meets Fear Koa was walking through the dark forrest, not remembering how he got there. "Koooaaaaa" Koa looked around, his breath increasing and adrenaline pumping. As a trained martial artist his body immediately became relaxed though he felt the strength from the fear super-charging him. Suddenly something jumped out in front of him. "Kooooaaaaaa!" Koa raised his arms in a defensive position. His eyes accessed strengths and weaknesses of the shadow in front of him. The shadow was facing him directly so his center line and vital areas were open for attack. The shadow gave a low chuckle. "I know you.", said Koa, "Fear! Have you come to do battle with me again. I will defeat you as I have before!" Fear laughed again. "I never wanted to be your enemy Koa." Koa looked confused. Fear laughed again. "Who do you think kept you safe walking across the street and saved you, not only when you had to defend yourself, but when you had near car collisions as well? I've always tried to be your friend. Here take this." Koa held his hand out as Fear dropped a spider onto the palm of his hand. Fear chuckled, "If you had not been afraid of that spider it would have bitten you and you'd have died. Koa lowered his arms facing Fear and began listening. "Why not use me as your friend and ally Koa. I am here to serve you and protect you. Notice how your body relaxed when you saw me? That is the reaction of a trained warrior, ready to embrace me and use me to increase the odds of survival." "Koooaaaaa, Kooaaaaa" Koa awoke, felt something in his hand and dropped it quickly. He laughed, a penny his toddler must have given him in his sleep. "Koooaaaaa, Kooaaaaa! You lazy boy, I've be callin you for 1/2 hour. You gonna be late for your match. What wrong with you boy. You afraid?" Koa looked at his father, a martial arts master, "Yes tata (father). I am afraid", Koa smiled, "so I'll probably win." Koa's father walked away, barely able to hide his smile. At last the boy was starting to understand. See my article on Over-Coming Fear in Self-Defense See my Ebook Bringing The Martial Artist Out from Within Koa and The Blood Sucker Koa was in the dive of a bar in downtown Honolulu having a beer, his back toward the wall. He knew he'd be able to sense people coming that meant to harm him but he never believed in assuming. 'You don't stay alive long that way he thought to himself.' Koa felt a strong presence and scanned the bar. He saw a man with a dark aloha shirt on, in fact he barely saw the man. 'I don't think anyone sees this guy unless he wants to be seen.', thought Koa. 'He seems to melt into that shadow.' Their eyes met and Koa had never felt such a force before. Koa did his best not to show his surprise. He raised his beer to the stranger. The stranger returned the salute. Koa had just finished shoeing away the fifth hooker (30 years of martial arts training put out an aura that was somehow irresistible to women), he saw the stranger get up and walk out with a hooker out the back door leading to the alley. Koa watched the man walk with awe. Every movement was in balance and no wasted motion. The guy was probably the most dangerous mother!@#$ in the bar and Koa was probably the only one that knew it. Koa sensed something dangerous about this man too. Something sinister, evil. The hooker was in trouble. Koa hated this part. He was nervous as always, when facing an adversary, but that was what kept him alive. Koa knew he had to help. It was in his nature. It was what he taught his self-defense students. Koa walked out of the bar and felt the stranger's presence again. He was kissing the hooker's neck but there was something wrong with her. She was limp. Not acting the way he'd seen hookers act at all. She was in trouble. “Hey!”, yelled Koa The man turned and hissed at him. Koa kiaed (a deep yell) and took a fighting stance when he heard the hiss and saw the blood on the stranger's mouth. The stranger blinked and smiled. “An interesting reaction human. You use fear you do not allow it to control you.” Koa thought the stranger said human the same way some people say dog !@#$. “Back away from the woman.”, said Koa. “What and spoil my dinner?”, smiled the stranger. The stranger dropped the hooker. Before she even hit the concrete the stranger was on Koa attacking with what Koa thought to be something similar to a reverse punch. The stranger was fast. If Koa wouldn't have seen the shoulder movement and body position he would not have been able to begin his palm slap block as he slipped the right hand strike to the left. The stranger threw a lightning front kick at Koa's groin. Well something like a front kick anyway. Koa spun his right leg around so he was sideways to the stranger and the front kick went past him. Next came something like a backfist toward his nose. The stranger caught Koa flat footed and Koa had to block hard snapping knifehand blocks with both hands to stop the backfist and it still almost knocked Koa over. Koa was having trouble focusing. He was afraid. 'Was this guy really what he seemed to be? He's so fast and strong he fights like he's had centuries to develop his own fighting style. Is this guy a – vampire? Koa couldn't focus, couldn't center himself. He couldn't use the fear like his father and other teachers had taught him. The stranger hissed again and brought his left knee up. Koa make a beginner mistake due to his fear. He dropped his hands slightly and looked down. Sure enough it was a fake and a right reverse punch like strike came harder and faster than anything Koa had ever seen before. It hit Koa in the left cheek. Koa dropped like a rock, dazed and barely able to stay conscious. The stranger stood over him, gloating. “Well, looks like I get dessert tonight too. The blood is so much sweeter when humans are afraid.”, the stranger said as he began to bend over Koa. Koa felt and saw a wavy image of the stranger bending over him. From the standing stranger's body position he knew where the stranger's knees should be. He was still on his side out of reflex from ground fighting training in a defensive position though he was almost unconscious. Koa kiaed as he snapped a side thrust kick out and felt the snap of the, dare he think it, vampire's knee. The stranger gave an inhuman howl of pain and sped off way faster than any man with a limp should be able to. By now the police and ambulance had arrived as Koa was recovering from the lightning fast strike of the stranger. The hooker was moaning. She was still alive. With the hooker still alive Koa decided to tell the police the entire story, though they probably still wouldn't believe him. See my article on Over-Coming Fear in Self-Defense See my Ebook Bringing The Martial Artist Out from Within See my Ebook How to Slip and Duck Better with Resale Rights |
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Koa An Early Year Spinning Back Kick Defense Koa was very excited. He had just received his black belt from the martial art style he had been studying.
"Dad Dad!", called the 17 year old Koa.
"What is it boy."
"I just got my black belt!"
"Congradulations boy. You trained very hard for that and you deserve it."
"I think I could even take you now pop!" Koa's father gave a small smile. "Probably boy. I just old simple man everyone know dat, but come out into backyard wit me show me your favorite technique."
Koa and his father walked out into the backyard. They faced each other and bowed.
"Okay boy, throw best techique at me."
"Okay dad."
Koa executed a lightning fast spinning back kick. Koa never felt such a hard slap on the back of his head from his own instructor, but his father didn't seem to concerned wth that.
'OWWW! That hurt pop. How'd you get back there anyway?"
"Oh, just lucky boy. Come try again. I just old man you can hit me wit best technique."
So Koa tried again. His right leg was back. He rotated his head right, then shoulders, hips, feet pivot, right foot touches left knee and his right leg brushes by his supporting left leg to prevent a groin kick.
This time he saw his father move out of the corner of his eye before he disappeared again. Koa squinted waiting for the hard alap to the back of his head again. When it didn't come he turned looking for his father and found him standing right behind him smiling with his hands folded in front of him.
"Okay pop. You're still the master...."
Koa's father made a face.
"Ummmm, I mean," Koa bowed, "Father would you please show me the defensive technique you used that made you disappear from my sight."
Koa's father bowed and smiled pleased with his son's manners taught by Koa's instructor.
"Of course my son", as Koa's father continued to smile.
"I followed your head turn and back. As you know, most good martial artists do not want surprises. So the first thing that turns before they begin a spinning technique is their heads, then finally their backs."
"Here, you try boy."
Koa's father executed a spinning back kick. Koa side stepped the kick but Koa's father was still facing him when he finished his side step.
"Don't just side step boy, follow my back. It's more of a triangular movement. You're sliding, not jumping forward and to the side."
"How come I don't jump father isn't it faster?"
"The closer you keep your feet to the ground, the faster you can change your movement or counter-attack.", explained Koa's father.
"Now you try again boy. Remember slide both forward and to the side."
Koa's father executed another spinning back kick. Koa slid forward and to the side as he'd been instructed, but the kick still clipped him slightly.
"Mannnnnn I'm never gonna get this pop!"
"Sure you wil boy. How you get your black belt giving up so easy? Now, this time side step as little as possible and get as close to my back as you can, This decreases the chances of you getting hit and increases the chances of you hitting me." Koa tried the maneuver again following his father's instructions as his father executed the back kick.
"It worked dad! But I still felt like I almost got hit my your spinning back kick."
"Just the timing boy. I will kick slow. No worry I no hurt you. You watch and tell me what you see before kick comes at you."
Koa watched his father. If his father said he wouldn't kick him he wouldn't so he studied the back kick.
"The first thing that turned dad was your head, then your shoulders, hips, feet, then you kicked."
"Good boy. Now be careful because it could be used as a fake, but begin your angled slide toward my back as my head begins to turn."
Koa begin his angled slide with his left foot since his father was turning his head to his right, indicating the spinning back kick would be with his right foot. As Koa realized he was more comfortable with the timing he took the opportunity to slap his father in the back of his head. Koa's father ducked without looking.
"How'd you do that!"
"One lesson at a time boy.", laughed Ka's father.
"Now, I will do spinning back kick with right leg 10 times on each side and repeat until you are comfortable with move. Then we do same drill but you not know which leg I throw at you. If I get you I will do same leg I got you with until you are comforatable. I will do at least three repetitions if I get you. Then I go back to varying which leg I throw at you again. Later on I will add fakes."
"Gonna be another long day isn't it pop?"
"We see my son. And son, I very proud of you., smiled Koa's father.
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To Dream The Dream of Pele
Koa was tossing and turning in his sleep. He was dreaming of erupting volcanos and tidle waves.
Suddenly a beautiful woman with flaming red hair appeared in his dream. She smiled the most sensuous he'd ever seen in his life.
'She's even more beautiful than my wife!', Thought Koa.'And that's impossible for any human being!'
She looked at the volcanoes and title waves, turned back to Koa, and smirked. 'How the hell do you look beautiful smirking!?', Thought Koa. The woman in Koa's dream, still smirking, nonchalantly waved her rlght hand and the volcanoes stopped erupting and the sea settled down.
"Who are you?", asked Koa.
"Someone who finds you attractive. Come and be with me. I promise you'll not regret it.", she smiled that smile again.
Koa began walking toward her. Almost in a trance. Her arms were out waiting for him. He stopped and shook himself. "No!, he yelled. "I love my wife"
"YOU DARE CHOOSE A MORTAL OVER ME! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS. I WILL HAVE YOU.!"
Koa stood there as the woman's eye's began to glow red. 'Was her hair on fire?', wondered Koa. He stood there in shock.
"Pele! Leave my boy alone!"
"You!", shouted the Volcano Goddess Pele.
"Father!", shouted Koa. "What are you doing here?! Where is here?!"
Koa's father ignored his son and concentrated on the legendary goddess.
"You gave your word Pele that you would leave my family alone!"
"Yes and this boy, now a handesome man worthy of me was not born yet. I will have him."
"Wake up boy!" Koa knew his father was fast, but he hadn't even seen the slap coming that stung and seemed to knock him unconscious, but he wasn't unconscious. He was awake sitting up in his own bed.
Koa jumped in the car and drove to his father's. He found him in the backyard meditating.
"Father! Who was that? What happened? Where were we?!"
Koa's father slowly opened his eye, "What's wrong boy?"
"What's wrong?! You were there what was that all about?!
"I was where boy? I here all morning."
"NONO in the dream! What happened?!"
"Dat what you all upset about boy is dream? Wait, you just getting up now? You lazy boy you.", Koa's father chuckled his quiet laugh.
"Well, yeah, a, dream...."
"Better go home boy. Looks like you been surfing too much. Even your half hawaiian skin getting burned."
"I haven't had time to surf, but you're right pop, I guess I do need some rest. Are we going to workout today?"
"Yes boy, in fact I thought we might intensify your training a bit."
"Whatever you say you're the master."
Koa's father made a face at the word master. Koa smiled at his reaction. Good as his father was he still didn't like being called Master.
Koa went home and showered. The hot water stung his face and body a bit. He wondered why. As he was drying himself he looked in the mirror and stopped. He never lied to his dad. He had not had time to surf with all of his training and teaching. So why did he look so sunburnt...? 'And why did my father suddenly want to intensify my training?' |
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I Martial Artist Koa and the Boarmen Bag drill and Multiple Attack Sequence
Note from Sensei Kirkham: Here you'll find a section of my new fictional martial arts ebook I, Martial Artist The Adventures of Koa. This selection has a bag drill, mutliple attack sequence and ground fighting sequence for your training purposes. For your entertainment purposes see if you can figure out who the stranger is at the end of this story lesson. The word Koa means warrior in Hawaiian by the way. Koa was training harder than usual. He'd had the dream again. His wife appeared before him in a dream to warn him the fire goddess Pele was sending another challenge. Koa didn't know who, what, or how many people or things Pele would send for him. He just knew he had to win the battle so Pele could not have him. Koa thought back to the day when he spurned the fire goddess'es advances toward him in a dream (or what he thought of as a dream) for the love of his wife. A battle almost ensued even then. The next day a freak volcanic eruption destroyed his home, with his wife in it. Now Tara appears to him in his dreams warning him of challenges to come she'd hear rumors about. This time Tara said she'd heard that Pele was talking to the pig god. Koa had just finished his bag workout. The workout consisted of limiting available weapons in one minute rounds. Round one was no limit. Round two was feet and knees only. Simulated slipping and ducking for defense but no blocking. Round three was hands, arms and elbows. Round four was left arm right leg. Round five was right arm left leg. This continued until Koa had covered all possible combinations of body weapons. He'd do the same drill with external weapons such as baton and staff another time. Koa's father had taught him to practice as many combinations and situations as possible. If Koa found something he was uncomfortable with, his father made him practice it until Koa was comfortable with the combination, situation or angle. Three men appeared in the door of Koa's martial arts school. "Sorry we're closed," said Koa, "but I can take your names and numbers and get back to you." The three men looked tall and muscular. Judging even from the way they stood they were probably athletes, observed Koa. They were wearing shorts, tank top shirts and slippers (thongs to mainlanders), typical garb for locals in Hawaii. The three men walked onto the training mat. Koa made a 45 degree turn. Keeping his centerline covered but making his rear weapons available (right hand and right foot). He held his hands up palms out. Closing his fists would put him in a fighting stance, but Koa didn't want to appear ready for combat. "I said we're closed now please leave." The three men suddenly grabbed their heads almost at the same time and began screaming in pain. As they were screaming they began to change. Their shirts tore as they grew taller and more muscular. Then their heads and faces began to change. The men grew tusks as their screams began to turn into the ferocious squeal of the most aggressive wild animal in Hawaii, the wild boar. By now their feet looked more like cloven hooves and their fingers ended in claws. Koa appraised the situation. There was no where to run. The boarmen were blocking the only entrance and exit to the training area. He appraised the boarmen's physique. They were all about 6'11", muscular, possibly fast. The claws indicated an emphasis on circular attacks. Since the boarmen were stronger than him he'd want to stay outside their circular attacks to lessen the chances of being grabbed and avoiding the other arm. Koa would sacrifice blocking the inside of the arm if he had to in order to avoid moving towards another boarman and risk an attack from multiple attackers and multiple angles at the same time. Koa, who could never help being a smart!@#$ said, "Would it help if I said I was thinking about becoming a vegetarian?" The boarmen squealed a war cry as they charged Koa at the same time. Koa shifted his weight right then jumped left making sure he was to the left of the boarman's centerline since the boarmen were still rushing Koa. The fake worked and caught the boarman to Koa's left off guard though it still had time to sweep at Koa with its right hand. Koa knew he had to work inside the boarman's arms and get out of its arms as quickly as possible. Koa snapped his left arm out in a knife-hand block but ducked at the same time. As Koa ducked he executed a straight right punch downward snapping it into the boarman's groin. This slowed the boarman down but its momentum was still carrying it forward, thus the reason Koa didn't want to be in the centerline of the boarman's charge. Koa's left leg was forward from executing the straight right to the boarman's groin, Koa pivoted off his left foot sliding his right foot counterclockwise moving his body out of the line of force from the boarman's charge and now putting the boarman Koa just struck between Koa and the other two boarmen. Koa still had his left hand inside touching the inside of the boarman's right arm so as he was pivoting he struck the boarman with the outside edge of his left palm to the right side of the boarman's neck using the pivot to create the power he needed to injure the thick necked beastman. The groin strike, almost immediate knife hand thrust and pivot had the desired effect. The other two boarmen would have to move around the injured boarman in order to get to Koa. The injured boarman was on both knees slumped forward looking up at Koa. Glaring at the other two boarmen for psychological effect Koa kicked the injured boarman in the snout. The other two boarmen knew how to fight as a team. They both squealed a war cry and charged Koa each running around a different side of the injured boarman. If Koa didn't attack, both boarmen would reach him at the same time. Koa lunged right stepping forward with his right leg. The boarman on Koa's right slowed down while the boarman on Koa's left, seeing an advantage, increased his speed. The maneuver worked. Koa smoothly, without bobbing his head giving away the weight shift, executed a skipping in side thrust kick with his left leg into the boarman's groin on Koa's left. Koa used his left leg to attack so he could keep an eye on the uninjured and injured boarmen on Koa's right. Koa knew a hard strike to the groin wasn't as painful as a snapping strike, but he had to slow down the boarman or he'd have to defend against two different angles of attack at the same time. If Koa had time he'd of ask the boarman he'd just kicked in the groin what he thought of green eggs and ham, instead, because the boarman had dropped his hands and bent over, though the boarman was still moving forward, Koa used a two fingered eye jab with his right hand as he sidestepped the boarman to the left so he would fall between him and the other boarman left standing. Koa ignored the boarman he'd just taken out as it laid there squealing in pain. Koa nodded up with his head, "You still want dance with me brah?" Koa said in his best pidgin. Asking the boarman left standing if he still wanted to fight. The boarman snorted and leapt over the fallen boarman trying to air tackle Koa. Koa sidestepped to the right knowing he may still get caught by the lightning fast boarman but hoping his left arm would be weaker. Whether it was or not Koa couldn't tell as the huge arm and the weight of the flying boarman knocked Koa to the ground. The boarman was on his own stomach with his left arm over Koa's neck. Koa knew he was in trouble if the boarman scooted on top of him. So Koa worked the irritating techniques to keep the boarman from thinking straight. Koa immediately grabbed the boarman's left wrist with his right hand and he grabbed just above the boarman's elbow with his left hand and turned the boarman's hand so the palm was facing toward Koa's feet. Koa then bit down hard just above the elbow in the triceps area. The boarman squealed in pain and tried to jerk his arm away, but the weak angle made it more difficult to do so. Koa then chopped down with his left heel into the boarman's left calf. The boarman squealed in pain and frustration again this time, as Koa hoped, thinking more about his calf then his trapped left arm. As the boarman relaxed his left arm Koa immediately snapped his right palm forward hooking above the all ready held boarman's elbow in a left ridgehand strike formation and snapped his left wrist toward him at the same time. Koa heard a snap and again the boarman squealed in pain and this time fear. Koa then lifted the boarman's injured arm over Koa's head while Koa rolled left, making certain to slam the boarman's injured left arm onto the floor while holding it just above the elbow. Koa kneed the boarman in the back of he left thigh. The boarman lifted his head as he squealed. Koa slipped his right arm around the boarman[s neck and spun left so Koa was on his back and the boarman was on his back on Koa's stomach. Koa wrapped his left arm around the back of the boarman's neck placing his right hand in the crook of his left elbow and wrapped h9s legs around the boarman's legs. Koa then squeezed like a bear hug killing the boarman that had tried to kill him just minutes ago. Koa rolled the boarman off of him. He began walking out of the dojo. Knowing from past experiences of making a fool of himself that later there would be no sign any of this had ever happened. "Look out kid" as a man suddenly appeared in Koa's training area. The first boarman with a bleeding snout had recovered enough to try to attack Koa from behind. The stranger had saved his life. Attacking the boarman before it could get to Koa. The stranger fought with great skill in a style Koa had never seen before. It was almost as though the man had been around long enough to have developed his own martial art. As the boarman fell Koa had realized the boarman was falling because the stranger had already killed it. The stranger began walking toward Koa. Koa noticed a strange scar on the man's forehead he really didn't like to look at. "Mahalo bradah", said Koa. The stranger gave a small smile. His eyes were distant and lonely. Like a war veteran that had seen too many battles in his life. Koa had usually only seen that looked on old men who'd spent their lives as soldiers, only to come home to nothing. "You're welcome kid.", he smirked, "Tick off a deity kid?" "Yeah, Pele. But you don't seem surprised about." The stranger smirked, "Ticked one off myself a long time ago." Koa wondered why the stranger kept calling him kid. It was difficult to tell how old he was. The stranger was almost out the door. Koa hadn't even seen him start to leave. 'That fight must have taken a lot more out of me than I thought', thought Koa. "So what did you do to get your deity mad at you?", asked Koa. The stranger turned around from the door. A far and ancient expression in his eyes. Koa looked down so he wouldn't have to look at that scar again. "I murdered my brother kid." "That's pretty bad.", said Koa. The stranger's whole face now seemed empty. "Yeah kid, you might even say I started a trend." And the stranger was gone out the door before Koa could ask him what he meant by that. Then Koa realized what he meant - and who he was, a cold shiver went down his spine.
For more information on bag drills
See either of my printable ebooks Bringing The Martial Artist Out from Within For more information on multiple attack and ground fighting drills see my printable ebook
Bringing The Martial Artist Out from Within
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I Martial Artist Brother's Keeper
By Sensei J. Richard Kirkham B.Sc.
The stranger who had just saved Koa's life walked down a main walkway in Waikiki late at night.
"Give me your wallet !@#$."
The stranger felt the knife in his right kidney. The threat of increased pressure being a very real possibility.
The stranger thought back to the murder he had committed he was still being punished for.
"...WHERE IS YOUR BROTHER?",The Voice asked the stranger.
As if He didn't know already. He seemed to know everything.
"Am I my brother's keeper?", the stranger replied in a weak defense.
He was so innocent back then he thought to himself. He had not seen so much of the world.
The mugger was probably right handed since the knife was pressed against his right kidney. The pressure felt straight on maybe even slightly toward his center.
The kid Koa was a good martial artist and a good fighter, thought the stranger. The two don't always go hand in hand.
There were several options the stranger had;
Give the mugger his wallet, thus motivating the scumbag to rob and possibly kill someone. This being the official answer any martial arts instructor had give to keep his or her students safe and to avoid law suites at the same time.
Run away thus motivating the scumbag to rob and possibly kill someone so he could get his fix.
Take this piece of trash out so it may sink in that he'd better think twice because he doesn't know the difference between a lamb and a wolf.
The stranger was pretty certain he'd be seeing more of Koa and his deity problems.
'Hmmph', smirked the stranger, 'Like he's the only one with deity problems.'
The stranger opted for the last choice. If the mugger was going to increase pressure and thrust the knife into him he'd rather his kidney not be there to be stabbed.
The stranger twisted counter-clockwise moving his kidney away from the line of attack at the same time lowering his left arm so it would hit the inside of the mugger's knife wrist.
The stranger was right. The mugger was right handed though it wouldn't of made a difference with that part of the maneuver.
As the stranger spun his right hand formed a claw finger tips slightly forward. This would allow for an eye strike or palm strike to the nose. Either way the scumbag would be distracted and in some pain or even finished.
The stranger was assuming nothing though and followed up with a right knee to the groin as he reached around the mugger's head and grabbed a fistful of hair.
The stranger turned the palm of his hand against the mugger's knife wrist and placed his thumb on the back of the mugger's hand.
The stranger twisted the scumbag's wrist counter-clockwise pulled his hair down as he swung his left leg counter-clockwise thus spinning himself to the nonknife side of the mugger and in a safer position.
This also brought the mugger's momentum down and forward. The stranger made sure to put good pressure on the mugger's wrist to injure and possibly break his wrist.
Judging from the scream he successfully broke the mugger's wrist.
The stranger walked away. Like any trained warrior the adrenaline rush he used to help his survival settled down after about 30 seconds. He was left alone with his thoughts once again.
'Am I my brother's keeper? Perhaps I am.', he thought as he walked away. It was starting to rain.
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I, Martial Artist OCB Short Stick Defense
Koa was walking downtown Hotel Street about 2 AM. Not a good place to be that time of night in Honolulu. Unless of course you were looking for drugs or a hooker. Koa was looking for neither. He was doing what his now deceased wife Tara had told him to do in a dream.
She had told Koa the other beings in Pele's realm looked kindly upon mortals who helped others. Koa already had an obsessive compulsive behavior to help others anyway.
He had to get Tara back if that were even possible or he had to get to Tara, but it had been months since Pele had killed his wife with that freak volcanic eruption because he spurned her advances and he was getting depressed.
"I SAID GIMME THE MONEY MAN OR I'LL SMASH YOUR HEAD!"
A big guy had a metal cement reinforcement rod he had grabbed from a nearby construction site and was threatening some skinny 19 year old kid with it.
In a bored depressed voice Koa said, "Let the boy go and walk away"
"WHO YOU? DIS NOT YOUR BUSINESS."
"I'm making it my business.", said Koa. Still depressed.
"HELP ME MAN PLEASE HELP ME", the kid said.
'If I don't get out of this depression I'm going to get killed doing this one of these days. Maybe right now. 'I need to use my adrenaline and fear', thought Koa.
But he couldn't, so he did the next best thing and focused and relaxed his body.
Koa began walking toward the thug. His hands up palms out in in a decievingly good self-defense posture.
"Walk away and leave the kid alone", Koa said, still seemingly bored and depressed.
The thug had the rod in his right hand. It was about two feet long. A wall was to Koa's left from a shut down tavern.
The thug swung the rod down and across his body at Koa's head.
Koa slide-stepped towards the thug's left moving away from the weapon side of the thug. His left hand snapping out at the same time to block at the thugs wrist. If he would have had to block the wrist Koa would be inside the arc of the swing and would be temporarily safe.
From the sideways movement toward the thug the weight was off Koa's left foot. Koa executed a quick sloppy groin kick with his left foot and without setting his foot down executed a side snap kick downward into the thug's left knee.
The groin kick bent the thug over and due to the motion the side kick caught the back corner of the thug's knee. The thug got back up. His weight was on his right leg.
In a slow quiet voice Koa said, "I said walk away, now do it."
"!@#$ YOU!"
"Shall I take that as a no?"
Koa now had the kid in the field of vision on his right just in case he turned on him since he didn't know him. The kid was still standing frozen solid against the wall. His mouth wide open. Koa was watching the thug's hands. If he reached into a pocket or behind him Koa would be on him before he could blink.
The thug moved in and swung at Koa's head like a single handed baseball swing. Koa leaned back keeping his hands up.
When the arc of the rod passed him Koa rushed in pressing his left hand against the thug's arm trapping it to his body hindering a backswing. A hooking front elbow strike exploded the thug's nose. As his head snapped back. Koa followed up with a knee to the thug's groin at the same time grabbing the thug's weapon wrist with his left arm so he would not fall backwards out of range.
With his right hand Koa grabbed the weapon lifting up on the wrist and pressing down on the weapon. In a nonstop circle from that movement Koa struck down on the Thug's extended elbow with the weapon feeling a pretty serious break and hearing the thug scream.
Koa knew it was over as the thug fell. Curled up from two groin strikes and a broken arm.
Koa thought of his wife Tara again and the depression set in. He could see the kid in his field of vision on his right.
Without turning Koa, in a quiet depressed voice said, "Go home kid.", as Koa began walking away slowly.
"Why did you help me?"
As he continued to walk away Koa said quietly, "It's what I do.... It's what I have to do." Koa could hear the sound of his own footsteps echoing as he walked alone down the dark desolate street.
By Sensei J. Richard Kirkham B.Sc. Copyright 2003 For some excellent weapons defense drills and drills on using fear see my printable ebook |
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