Don’t worry, being aware of bad guys having a smoke waiting for their turn to die is part of the experience, really. Looking forward to seeing Chapter 4. One of my favorite parts in previous installments was stabbing the guy in the chest with such precision he gives him a chance to live. At least they brought him back instead of throwing him in the fire like Santa’s magic bag.
Back one million years ago, when I actually did martial arts, my instructor once said in a fight between one skilled fighter and a random crowd of knuckleheads, the solo fighter has the advantage. I have no idea if this is true. At the peak of my martial arts prowess, I remained a random knucklehead.
As someone with the fighting knowledge and skills of a soft, chalky-type rock, maybe this is true, but I'd imagine if the knuckleheads are supposed to be trained enforcement, former SEDAL mercenary types it would be a different story? But then my fighting technique is all about NOT IN THE FACE as I hide behind my delicate writers' hands, so what do I know?
I probably should have noted my martial arts instructor was named Sifu Carl, which either made him such a terrifying badass he could get away with going by Sifu Carl, or teaching martial arts was his side hustle from his regular gig as assistant manager at Best Buy.
Don’t worry, being aware of bad guys having a smoke waiting for their turn to die is part of the experience, really. Looking forward to seeing Chapter 4. One of my favorite parts in previous installments was stabbing the guy in the chest with such precision he gives him a chance to live. At least they brought him back instead of throwing him in the fire like Santa’s magic bag.
Back one million years ago, when I actually did martial arts, my instructor once said in a fight between one skilled fighter and a random crowd of knuckleheads, the solo fighter has the advantage. I have no idea if this is true. At the peak of my martial arts prowess, I remained a random knucklehead.
As someone with the fighting knowledge and skills of a soft, chalky-type rock, maybe this is true, but I'd imagine if the knuckleheads are supposed to be trained enforcement, former SEDAL mercenary types it would be a different story? But then my fighting technique is all about NOT IN THE FACE as I hide behind my delicate writers' hands, so what do I know?
I probably should have noted my martial arts instructor was named Sifu Carl, which either made him such a terrifying badass he could get away with going by Sifu Carl, or teaching martial arts was his side hustle from his regular gig as assistant manager at Best Buy.