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Apr. 29th, 2005 01:24 pmFriday morning, by the lake. He's had his little moment of philosophizing with Moiraine and now he's ready.
As he waits for Elaine, he jumps rope. Ten, twenty, thirty, a hundred, three hundred.
It feels good to move.
Setting down the rope, he engages in a solo mock-battle.
Bow. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Ready. Lunge, knee-strike, punch. Roll. Ready, ready. Breathe. Kick kick kick kick punch. Breathe.
In his mind's eye he sees his opponent. In his mind's eye, he sees his opponent's katana, gleaming and sharp, its target his own throat, his own heart.
Bang.
When all else fails...
As he waits for Elaine, he jumps rope. Ten, twenty, thirty, a hundred, three hundred.
It feels good to move.
Setting down the rope, he engages in a solo mock-battle.
Bow. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Ready. Lunge, knee-strike, punch. Roll. Ready, ready. Breathe. Kick kick kick kick punch. Breathe.
In his mind's eye he sees his opponent. In his mind's eye, he sees his opponent's katana, gleaming and sharp, its target his own throat, his own heart.
Bang.
When all else fails...
