[PS] Burter's Dojo

[Kami]

Kami motioned for Pikkon to come his direction. The younger fighter dashed forward feverenly, intent on winning the spar. Kami knew they'd be leaving soon and didn't particularly care if the fight ended with a victor. The two officials chatted away, watching the fight at the same time. Kami wasn't going to show them anything special, not yet anyways.

Pikkon came in hard, swinging for the fences with each strike. Kami could tell he was wanting to win, but not totally exert himself either. Inbetween punches Kami tried to make eye contact with Pikkon, but the young fighter was too focused on his task to notice.

Kami blocked another punch, and then slapped Pikkon in the face. This suprised the young fighter and he paused for a moment, waiting to see what was next. Kami stood in his fighting stance, breathing unneseccarily heavily. Pikkon looked closely, and noticed that Kami closed one eye and tilted his head at the younger fighter.

Did he just wink at me? Pikkon thought

Kami rushed in quickly, his arm stretching back to deliver a finishing blow. Pikkon stuck out a fist to protect himself and braced for the impact.

The impact that never came. Kami floated right on down to Pikkon's fist, and went flying backwards onto the ground. He crashed into a corner and stayed on the mat. Pikkon was confused, he wanted to keep fighting but obviously the older fighter thought otherwise. He slowly sat up and waved his arms around. "Ok, I give, let's get a move on."

Kami made his way out the door, following the officials out the door. He looked back at Pikkon and smiled, "Next time kid, next time."