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the students by one leg and one arm and whirled him around like
a club, opening the way, then threw him to crash against the crowd.
Another man jumped on Loco's back. Loco threw himself into
a hard rear fall, crushing the man underneath him. Then he used
both feet to kick another man who was jumping on top of him. He
sent the man flying, then bounced to his feet again.
Once two men made the mistake of grabbing Loco, one on
each hand. Loco pivoted on his left foot, twisting his body, and
caught one opponent in the left armpit with a right roundhouse
kick. Then, with the same leg, he aimed a side kick at the other's
solar plexus.
Loco was taking lots of punishment, but the blood lust was
upon him, a kind of berserk fury, so that he did not mind the
blows that rained on him. He took two or three strikes for every
one he delivered, but such was his fury that while he merely
shrugged off even the hardest hits, his opponents went down injured
or unconscious. Because these were kung fu students, they
preferred to strike rather than to grapple, and this was a major
weakness, especially against such a man. But when they realized
that he was virtually invulnerable to ordinary strikes, they tried to
overwhelm him with massed action.
Still he fought, holding them off in a circle. But no man can
maintain such a pace indefinitely, and Loco had had a bruising
encounter with me and a shock to his body when we used him to
haul out Luis' chain. His strikes grew wilder, his throws less controlled.
Finally he stood there panting, no longer attacking, just
waiting like a tiger caged within a circle. He was so tired he was
almost out on his feet, but who steps into the range of a tiger, even
a tired one, while that tiger keeps his feet?
They ringed him, afraid of him. Now and then one of them
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would dart at him, making a daring sally, and he would dispatch
that idiot with a quick chop or kick or throw.
Occasionally he would charge the ring, enlarging it for a while.
But he had been nullified, for he could not break out.
Meanwhile, I was on my way to Kan-Sen, heedless of all else.
I think he recognized me now, for he was off his throne. I have no
memory of how many men I tossed aside; my reactions were automatic,
like swatting mosquitoes. I know I lifted one blue instructor
in a mighty te guruma, grabbing him by one leg with my other
arm around his stomach and hurling him into the man in front.
Another I took with a hane goshi hip throw that I converted to
makikomi, going down in a wraparound sacrifice but landing on
top of him, hard, so that I crushed in his rib cage. It wasn't that I
bore him any personal malice; it was that he wouldn't let go, and
I refused to be constrained even for a moment.
At one point three men surrounded me. I lashed forward with
my head and squashed a nose, then sideways and broke a jaw, then
backward to crush a face. Three blows, using my head as a weapon,
and perhaps the ki imbued me, for I never felt the impact, while
all three men went down.
The one I remember clearly was competent: a blue-clad teacher
who made an impressive jump-kick at me. I sidestepped it. He
landed cleanly, then started the whirlwind hand movements of
the Chinese kung fu combat. I knew better than to step into that
pattern. The others were standing back, letting the expert put on
his show, demonstrating how to foil a barbarian. It would be an
expression of contempt for their instructor if any of them piled
into me now. So I waited calmly, out of reach, watching for an
opening. I don't hold any grade in kung fu, but I have been exposed
to it, and much of its technique overlaps that of karate.
I realized that my blue opponent's defense was flawed. His
hands were too high, at times leaving him open. This would not
have been perceptible to the average opponent. Also, he expected
me to come to him, which meant I didn't have to worry about his
potential charge. Too much defense can be a man's undoing.
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I figured the pattern, timed my move precisely, and made it
with untelegraphed speed. I made a right roundhouse kick to the
left side of his neck, felling him in that fraction of a second he was
vulnerable.
Then the others piled on me, but I had little concern for them.
I kicked them in the armpit, stomach, and chest, downing them
like so many tenpins. I jumped onto the dais, laying about me,
and suddenly I was kicked hard in the back. The blow sent me
careening into two men in front, who clobbered me with blows
about the head and shoulders before I righted myself. I threw
them down, but three more were on me immediately, and I could
not turn to see who had landed the telling blow on me. I swept
my arms forward, bringing two men down, but the third entangled
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