06-26-2023, 12:04 PM
Li gave the man a simple nod and accepted his appreciation of Nhysa, though he was pretty sure that Nhysa would have him for lunch if she thought he'd claimed her in anyway. But she was a beauty -- beautiful and dangerous and he was gratefully infatuated with her even if he knew next to nothing about his dark flower. And that was all okay. His life was more than public enough for the both of them.
Demonstrating his abilities was part of the interview process. This wasn't such, but that was what the pads had been used for in the last instances he'd been in. Then it was all about the showiest moves and the highest kicks. This one didn't seem like he'd be impressed by the theatrical impressions of his skill. The deep down physical and prowess was on display today. Showing off wasn't the key to winning people. Actually skill showed more to potential clients, friends, and even your enemies. None of where did this man qualify as, and well Nhysa had already seen him in action -- many times and in many capacities.
Li didn't go all out, but he put power behind his hands and feet as he met the pads. There was no distinct style to his actions, nothing inept about his moves, but one could not say his technique was one art form or another. He'd learned many over the years and as he flowed through the powerful movements he let his mind find that place in the world where gods light and the human world met. The world became clear, the power flowed through his veins and he saw the drop of sweat falling from his opponents brow. He heard the heart of his opponent and the steadface pace of his dark flower and it soothed the savage beast with in. The monster that the Atharim claimed them to be -- he knew full well the power of the gods and he knew it could ravage this world with a thought. But it had it's uses and thought and clarity were all enhanced. All the better to fight you with he thought of the story of little red riding hood.
Demonstrating his abilities was part of the interview process. This wasn't such, but that was what the pads had been used for in the last instances he'd been in. Then it was all about the showiest moves and the highest kicks. This one didn't seem like he'd be impressed by the theatrical impressions of his skill. The deep down physical and prowess was on display today. Showing off wasn't the key to winning people. Actually skill showed more to potential clients, friends, and even your enemies. None of where did this man qualify as, and well Nhysa had already seen him in action -- many times and in many capacities.
Li didn't go all out, but he put power behind his hands and feet as he met the pads. There was no distinct style to his actions, nothing inept about his moves, but one could not say his technique was one art form or another. He'd learned many over the years and as he flowed through the powerful movements he let his mind find that place in the world where gods light and the human world met. The world became clear, the power flowed through his veins and he saw the drop of sweat falling from his opponents brow. He heard the heart of his opponent and the steadface pace of his dark flower and it soothed the savage beast with in. The monster that the Atharim claimed them to be -- he knew full well the power of the gods and he knew it could ravage this world with a thought. But it had it's uses and thought and clarity were all enhanced. All the better to fight you with he thought of the story of little red riding hood.
“What you must do," said Monkey, "is lure the monster from its hiding place, but be certain it is a fight you can survive.”