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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 3:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 4:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 4:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:51 pm
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Through clank and clatter or shining armor walked the lean, tall Fay. The dojo seemed untouched for months as he stood there, staff planted on the dusty floor, windows shut with gleam of light breaking through to show the dust wafting. "It seems this room is unfit for practice in it's current state." With that Fay located the cleaning supplies, airing out the room and running the towel over the hardwood floor. After hours of sweat and work, Fay was ready to work up a sweat. Fay took a Wing Chun stance, pausing to inhale, then began dancing a dance of combat. Fists and kicks sliding in precise technique, balance, precision. After flowing through many moves around the dojo, Fay's formation changed to Muay Thai, and thus the cycle started anew. This continued for hours, through Shotokan, Tai Chi Chuan, Ju Jitsu, Tiger, Mantis, Snake, Crane, Monkey, Scared Monkey, Puppet Monkey, Tae Kwon Do, and Aikido all the while the sweat forming at his brow.
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