I’m dead.
Sliced to ribbons.
Not quite in pieces…
Half-hearted.
Half-spirited.
I’m not all here today…
This frustrates me.
I notice I have become overconfident — arrogant — and that is the last thing I should be. It will certainly lead to mine own demise.
I don’t give it my all today.
I can’t.
I’m too tired.
My fatigue coupled with my arrogance leads to too many reckless mistakes. Not even my circle can defend me.
I am so screwed.
When Jacob and I square off, he holds two shinai.
Soofa bitch.
Now I’m really screwed.
How the hell am I going to make it out of this one alive?
The thing about Jacob is he knows how to use his circle and his space to his advantage. Perhaps this makes him more dangerous because it never matters if he has a weapon in his hand or not, he is always armed to the teeth.
There is no way I can get past his circle today.
But much like my counterpart, I will not back down.
And for this, I am sliced to ribbons.
Jacob whirls faster than I can react and suddenly, I am slashed along my stomach, my back, and my face. I am too stunned and my shinai drops from my hand.
Stunned and awed.
Truth be told, I cannot recall whether or not I complimented him on his skill directly thereafter or when we were watching the video.
Regardless, it was freaking AWESOME!! I am seriously excited by this. I have something to strive for.
Mike and I touch blades in off-hands. He has a tendency to rush me, which I am slowly becoming accustomed to. At one point, I whirl and catch him hard across the abdomen.
A “wound” he is quite proud of.
Still, I need to learn to turn faster. I need to learn to use the space around me as a weapon just as much.
Today I got sliced to ribbons…
It was damn cool.