Staring intently at the man, who after a moment began tapping his toes, was he mocking me? An thought as he shifted his weight, if he was the man must have supreme confidence in his abilities.  Moving a step closer, then another An closed the ten-feet to a half that, the entire while the energies that allowed the young Thai to control gravity sparked, coming alive, this was a fight and those energies naturally came to the fore. It had been only through the training that he was able to control his deadly blows, unaware if this man could handle being the focal point of gravity, An would simply use his techniques holding back his full power unless needed. Although he was not using his power overtly, a slight change occurred in the gravitational pull around them, unless someone were in complete control of their body, adrenaline would disguise the subtle shifting.

From his kicking stance, An quickly turned his body to the right until he was facing directly away from the tap dancer. He would test this man with a quick as a flash spinning hook kick. If it worked, it should knock the man out cold. While turning away he also he pivoted on his left foot, while continuing turning to his right and looking over his right shoulder at Johnny – that axiom drilled into him, he needed to see what he was hitting. Those had been brutal and difficult lessons, but he learned. Thrusting the kick backwards, much like a back kick, and although it was harder to gain the circular momentum, it certainly is a faster and more deceptive kick. 

Snapping the kick as it approached the side of the target, Johnny’s head. The intent was to hit the man’s head with the back of the heel, lots of bone, and at the speed it was executed it is a powerful kick able to knock a man out or even outright kill one.  An continued sweeping through Johnny’s head, attempting to bring his right leg back to the original starting position, body ready to follow up with his next attack or to counter Johnny’s attack. The entire move happened in the space between heartbeats. 

The true test of course would be how this nattily dressed man reacted, how he moved dictated how An would respond. Perversely An hoped the man would avoid the kick, that he would be a competent fighter, that he was someone to offer An a decent fight. Well it never hurt to have dreams did it?