I felt like my life was a book. Not a movie, a book. Movies feed instantaneous and are pre-coordinated with the colours, images and movements already actualised for the brain to absorb. With a book, my mind plays the main character and it’s a slow burner, where the crevices of details are explored for eternity and everything is a maze, but also just one.
Setting up the kick by attacking the head. You can see as soon as the guard goes up and he is in the right position the attacker offloads a barrage of solid low kicks, continuously attacking the same spot. Every now and then the motion is broken up by attacking the face again, because automatically the hands go up again and then the thigh is right there for blasting.