Pai and her opponent began a taiaha duel, with Pai envisioning hundreds of spectators cheering them on. They exchanged blows according to the rhythm of right, left, block, thrust. Pai tried to injure her opponent but he blocked with ease. Pai then came up with a risky strategy where she feinted towards his log, causing him to intercept, but she instead yanked her stick upwards and jarred his shoulder, disarming him and winning the duel.
Pai and her opponent began a taiaha duel, with Pai envisioning hundreds of spectators cheering them on. They exchanged blows according to the rhythm of right, left, block, thrust. Pai tried to injure her opponent but he blocked with ease. Pai then came up with a risky strategy where she feinted towards his log, causing him to intercept, but she instead yanked her stick upwards and jarred his shoulder, disarming him and winning the duel.
Pai and her opponent began a taiaha duel, with Pai envisioning hundreds of spectators cheering them on. They exchanged blows according to the rhythm of right, left, block, thrust. Pai tried to injure her opponent but he blocked with ease. Pai then came up with a risky strategy where she feinted towards his log, causing him to intercept, but she instead yanked her stick upwards and jarred his shoulder, disarming him and winning the duel.
Catch. Pai did. Their duel began. To Pai, it was not a training session as much as a competition. The field and buildings melded away, replaced by a huge hall and hundreds of cheering spectators. She swung her taiaha at her opponent, who was twice as big and strong as her. The rhythm began: right, left, block, thrust. The noise of the spectators was drowned out by the repetitive thwacking of the sticks. Whenever she could, Pai thrust forward to injure her opponent. He blocked with confidence breaking ease. Suddenly, an idea sprang into her mind. A strategy. It was risky, she had tried it before, to no avail. Pai feinted towards her opponents log. He moved to intercept. Before he had noticed what was happening, Pai yanked her stick upwards and his one with such force that she jarred his shoulder. A taiaha flew out of the hands gripping it and clattered on the floor. This time, it wasnt Pais.