MARTIAL MIND

His feet were planted.

His form was steady.

The wind was strong in the courtyard that day…

But he would not be rocked.

As the autumn leaves swirled around his feet, the martial artist maintained his position. He channelled his chi into every limb whilst he corrected his technique. This was not sparring, it was a form of shadow striking known only to the ancient ones, the great masters of martial combat. The knowledge of this style of fighting is hidden from mortal men because its power is hard to control. Mortal men are ruled by ego…