I Martial Artist
Koa and the Boarmen Bag drill and Multiple Attack Sequence
Note from Sensei Kirkham: Here you'll find a section of my new fictional martial arts ebook I, Martial Artist The Adventures of Koa. This selection has a bag drill, mutliple attack sequence and ground fighting sequence for your training purposes. For your entertainment purposes see if you can figure out who the stranger is at the end of this story lesson. The word Koa means warrior in Hawaiian by the way.
Story At
http://newbieservices.com/MAForum/index.php/topic,72.0.htmlKoa was training harder than usual. He'd had the dream again. His wife appeared before him in a dream to warn him the fire goddess Pele was sending another challenge. Koa didn't know who, what, or how many people or things Pele would send for him. He just knew he had to win the battle so Pele could not have him.
Koa thought back to the day when he spurned the fire goddess'es advances toward him in a dream (or what he thought of as a dream) for the love of his wife. A battle almost ensued even then. The next day a freak volcanic eruption destroyed his home, with his wife in it.
Now Tara appears to him in his dreams warning him of challenges to come she'd hear rumors about. This time Tara said she'd heard that Pele was talking to the pig god.
Koa had just finished his bag workout. The workout consisted of limiting available weapons in one minute rounds.
Round one was no limit.
Round two was feet and knees only. Simulated slipping and ducking for defense but no blocking.
Round three was hands, arms and elbows.
Round four was left arm right leg.
Round five was right arm left leg.
This continued until Koa had covered all possible combinations of body weapons. He'd do the same drill with external weapons such as baton and staff another time.
Koa's father had taught him to practice as many combinations and situations as possible. If Koa found something he was uncomfortable with, his father made him practice it until Koa was comfortable with the combination, situation or angle.
Three men appeared in the door of Koa's martial arts school.
"Sorry we're closed," said Koa, "but I can take your names and numbers and get back to you."
The three men looked tall and muscular. Judging even from the way they stood they were probably athletes, observed Koa. They were wearing shorts, tank top shirts and slippers (thongs to mainlanders), typical garb for locals in Hawaii.
The three men walked onto the training mat.
Koa made a 45 degree turn. Keeping his centerline covered but making his rear weapons available (right hand and right foot). He held his hands up palms out. Closing his fists would put him in a fighting stance, but Koa didn't want to appear ready for combat.
"I said we're closed now please leave."
The three men suddenly grabbed their heads almost at the same time and began screaming in pain. As they were screaming they began to change. Their shirts tore as they grew taller and more muscular. Then their heads and faces began to change. The men grew tusks as their screams began to turn into the ferocious squeal of the most aggressive wild animal in Hawaii, the wild boar. By now their feet looked more like cloven hooves and their fingers ended in claws.
Koa appraised the situation. There was no where to run. The boarmen were blocking the only entrance and exit to the training area.
He appraised the boarmen's physique. They were all about 6'11", muscular, possibly fast. The claws indicated an emphasis on circular attacks. Since the boarmen were stronger than him he'd want to stay outside their circular attacks to lessen the chances of being grabbed and avoiding the other arm. Koa would sacrifice blocking the inside of the arm if he had to in order to avoid moving towards another boarman and risk an attack from multiple attackers and multiple angles at the same time.
Koa, who could never help being a smart!@#$ said, "Would it help if I said I was thinking about becoming a vegetarian?"
The boarmen squealed a war cry as they charged Koa at the same time.
Koa shifted his weight right then jumped left making sure he was to the left of the boarman's centerline since the boarmen were still rushing Koa. The fake worked and caught the boarman to Koa's left off guard though it still had time to sweep at Koa with its right hand. Koa knew he had to work inside the boarman's arms and get out of its arms as quickly as possible.
Koa snapped his left arm out in a knife-hand block but ducked at the same time. As Koa ducked he executed a straight right punch downward snapping it into the boarman's groin. This slowed the boarman down but its momentum was still carrying it forward, thus the reason Koa didn't want to be in the centerline of the boarman's charge.
Koa's left leg was forward from executing the straight right to the boarman's groin, Koa pivoted off his left foot sliding his right foot counterclockwise moving his body out of the line of force from the boarman's charge and now putting the boarman Koa just struck between Koa and the other two boarmen.
Koa still had his left hand inside touching the inside of the boarman's right arm so as he was pivoting he struck the boarman with the outside edge of his left palm to the right side of the boarman's neck using the pivot to create the power he needed to injure the thick necked beastman.
The groin strike, almost immediate knife hand thrust and pivot had the desired effect. The other two boarmen would have to move around the injured boarman in order to get to Koa.
The injured boarman was on both knees slumped forward looking up at Koa. Glaring at the other two boarmen for psychological effect Koa kicked the injured boarman in the snout.
The other two boarmen knew how to fight as a team. They both squealed a war cry and charged Koa each running around a different side of the injured boarman.
If Koa didn't attack, both boarmen would reach him at the same time. Koa lunged right stepping forward with his right leg. The boarman on Koa's right slowed down while the boarman on Koa's left, seeing an advantage, increased his speed.
The maneuver worked. Koa smoothly, without bobbing his head giving away the weight shift, executed a skipping in side thrust kick with his left leg into the boarman's groin on Koa's left. Koa used his left leg to attack so he could keep an eye on the uninjured and injured boarmen on Koa's right.
Koa knew a hard strike to the groin wasn't as painful as a snapping strike, but he had to slow down the boarman or he'd have to defend against two different angles of attack at the same time.
If Koa had time he'd of ask the boarman he'd just kicked in the groin what he thought of green eggs and ham, instead, because the boarman had dropped his hands and bent over, though the boarman was still moving forward, Koa used a two fingered eye jab with his right hand as he sidestepped the boarman to the left so he would fall between him and the other boarman left standing. Koa ignored the boarman he'd just taken out as it laid there squealing in pain.
Koa nodded up with his head, "You still want dance with me brah?" Koa said in his best pidgin. Asking the boarman left standing if he still wanted to fight.
The boarman snorted and leapt over the fallen boarman trying to air tackle Koa. Koa sidestepped to the right knowing he may still get caught by the lightning fast boarman but hoping his left arm would be weaker. Whether it was or not Koa couldn't tell as the huge arm and the weight of the flying boarman knocked Koa to the ground.
The boarman was on his own stomach with his left arm over Koa's neck. Koa knew he was in trouble if the boarman scooted on top of him. So Koa worked the irritating techniques to keep the boarman from thinking straight.
Koa immediately grabbed the boarman's left wrist with his right hand and he grabbed just above the boarman's elbow with his left hand and turned the boarman's hand so the palm was facing toward Koa's feet. Koa then bit down hard just above the elbow in the triceps area. The boarman squealed in pain and tried to jerk his arm away, but the weak angle made it more difficult to do so. Koa then chopped down with his left heel into the boarman's left calf.
The boarman squealed in pain and frustration again this time, as Koa hoped, thinking more about his calf then his trapped left arm. As the boarman relaxed his left arm Koa immediately snapped his right palm forward hooking above the all ready held boarman's elbow in a left ridgehand strike formation and snapped his left wrist toward him at the same time.
Koa heard a snap and again the boarman squealed in pain and this time fear. Koa then lifted the boarman's injured arm over Koa's head while Koa rolled left, making certain to slam the boarman's injured left arm onto the floor while holding it just above the elbow.
Koa kneed the boarman in the back of he left thigh. The boarman lifted his head as he squealed. Koa slipped his right arm around the boarman[s neck and spun left so Koa was on his back and the boarman was on his back on Koa's stomach. Koa wrapped his left arm around the back of the boarman's neck placing his right hand in the crook of his left elbow and wrapped h9s legs around the boarman's legs. Koa then squeezed like a bear hug killing the boarman that had tried to kill him just minutes ago.
Koa rolled the boarman off of him. He began walking out of the dojo. Knowing from past experiences of making a fool of himself that later there would be no sign any of this had ever happened.
"Look out kid" as a man suddenly appeared in Koa's training area.
The first boarman with a bleeding snout had recovered enough to try to attack Koa from behind. The stranger had saved his life. Attacking the boarman before it could get to Koa. The stranger fought with great skill in a style Koa had never seen before. It was almost as though the man had been around long enough to have developed his own martial art. As the boarman fell Koa had realized the boarman was falling because the stranger had already killed it.
The stranger began walking toward Koa. Koa noticed a strange scar on the man's forehead he really didn't like to look at.
"Mahalo bradah", said Koa.
The stranger gave a small smile. His eyes were distant and lonely. Like a war veteran that had seen too many battles in his life. Koa had usually only seen that looked on old men who'd spent their lives as soldiers, only to come home to nothing.
"You're welcome kid.", he smirked, "Tick off a deity kid?"
"Yeah, Pele. But you don't seem surprised about."
The stranger smirked, "Ticked one off myself a long time ago."
Koa wondered why the stranger kept calling him kid. It was difficult to tell how old he was. The stranger was almost out the door. Koa hadn't even seen him start to leave.
'That fight must have taken a lot more out of me than I thought', thought Koa.
"So what did you do to get your deity mad at you?", asked Koa.
The stranger turned around from the door. A far and ancient expression in his eyes. Koa looked down so he wouldn't have to look at that scar again.
"I murdered my brother kid."
"That's pretty bad.", said Koa.
The stranger's whole face now seemed empty.
"Yeah kid, you might even say I started a trend."
And the stranger was gone out the door before Koa could ask him what he meant by that.
Then Koa realized what he meant - and who he was, a cold shiver went down his spine.
For more information on bag drills
See either of my printable ebooks
Bringing The Martial Artist Out from Within
or Solo Martial Arts Drills
For more information on multiple attack and ground fighting drills see my printable ebook
Bringing The Martial Artist Out from Within
Can anyone guess as to who the stranger might be?
Rick
