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New Breed [MultiFormat]
eBook by Dave Smeds
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: The skills and talents required for tournament karate remained virtually unchanged for generations, but what changes will zero-gravity tournaments bring?
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Inside Karate, 1985
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [205 KB], eReader (PDB) [35 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [11 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [61 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB], hiebook (KML) [86 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [55 KB], iSilo (PDB) [10 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [13 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [46 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [20 KB]
Words: 3457
Reading time: 9-13 min.
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He is tall and lanky, with arms like an ape, an ideal body for null gravity karate. As soon as we hear the command to start he launches from his side of the sphere. I see his fist heading for my face.
He is squinting, body tense, gathering all his energy into the movement. I exhale sharply, the action moving my head backward. I don't block as much as push, one hand diverting his strike, the other pressing his shoulder. The technique sends him gliding back across the combat area, and presses me more firmly against the plexiglas under my feet. I sink into a squat and leapfrog toward him.
We meet at the center. His arms are everywhere. In seconds we are in a hopeless tangle. I place one good strike to the ribs, but the judges miss it. Without fully intending it, we push away from each other once again. I get two hands on the velcro and stop my motion.
He is about one hundred twenty degrees to my left, with both feet on the velcro, ready to leap again. I see a gleam of triumph in his eyes as he realizes I will have to flip over in order to get my feet "underneath" me. He takes off.
I push off with my hands and cock my leg. The ball of my foot catches him perfectly in the midsection. He grunts in surprise. At least three of the judges give me the whistle and flag.
We settle back to our starting places and face each other.
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