were three enemies in front of Jason, and only two swords. He had to choose the targets in a split second. The sword catapulted from his left arm with surprising speed and momentum. Cutting the air in a downward diagonal rotation, it ended deep in the left side of the bald man’s neck. The man instantly fell down bleeding from a severed carotid artery. The right sword was thrown towards Quabil’s neck, but he deflected its killing rotation to his right arm, just between the shoulder and bicep muscles.
Quabil did not even move. His arm remained in the same position, but he took his eyes off Jason’s face to glance at the sword sticking out of his arm. The cold steel blade had sliced through the rich surface and straight line of his black Alexander Amosu jacket . His disbelief was obvious. With his attention redirected, the power around the neck Jason’s neck weakened and his body fell a few feet lower but remained in a grip of invisible power.
Taking a much-needed breath, Jason filled his lungs with oxygen. He glanced below, noticing a streetlight chandelier on the right very close to his feet.
“If I could reach it somehow…” Jason knew now was a perfect moment to get out from the invisible grip.
Quabil seemed hesitant about what to do about the sword sticking out from his upper arm, as if he’d never planned for Jason’s resistance. Taking a step back, he moved his other hand toward the sword handle sticking out of his flesh. Continuing to ‘struggle’ with the invisible force around his neck to avoid unwanted attention from his legs, Jason began his next move. The light chandelier had ‘branches’ with three lights on the top – maybe he could reach a branch with a metal-covered lid and use it as a lever. On the first and second attempts, his boots made a flat, clunking sound as they bounced off the metal. Jason knew it was the last chance before Quabil regained his focus for the next devastating move.
Jason turned away, back to the chandelier and bent over, lifting his legs as high he could. He threw his spine backwards, the heels of his boots reaching under the u-shaped metal. From the corner of his eye, he saw Quabil reaching the handle of a gun, aiming and ready to shoot.
“It's now or never”, he thought calmly.
Doing the most powerful ‘leg curls’ of his life, Jason flexed the muscles of his legs and calves, until they contracted to the point of tearing apart. The massive metal structure of the streetlight chandelier began bending over, making a short squeaking sound. The pressure and pain in his muscles was overwhelming. Jason body now stretched between ‘nothing’ and the chandelier, his face and belly button facing the ground. This attempt to escape looked impossible even for him but it was the only thing he could do – and it worked. Suddenly, he escaped the power that pressed around the neck, but the vigor of his leg-pull catapulted his head towards the hard massive metal body of the chandelier. He instinctively used the power of movement, redirecting it around the round surface of the street chandelier like a gymnastics high bar. With all of that acceleration and power, as he spun around, his boot kicked the handle of the sword sticking out from the flesh wound on Quabil’s forearm, nailing the sword deeper at the exact moment when Quabil tried to pull it out. The sharp sword practically severed Quabil’s arm, and the power of the kick threw him a few feet away.
As Quabil flew back towards the wall, Jason managed to land safely. He saw the gunman’s move, and jumped aside to avoid the shots. Zigzagging towards the attacker, Jason searched for the best way to attack without getting shot. The real danger was a few feet away but he had to get rid of this distraction. The third zigzag step allowed him to reach the attacker’s hand, slapping the gun with his open palm while attacking with the elbow. Using full kinetic power, he connected his elbow with the temple of the gunman. With
Quabil did not even move. His arm remained in the same position, but he took his eyes off Jason’s face to glance at the sword sticking out of his arm. The cold steel blade had sliced through the rich surface and straight line of his black Alexander Amosu jacket . His disbelief was obvious. With his attention redirected, the power around the neck Jason’s neck weakened and his body fell a few feet lower but remained in a grip of invisible power.
Taking a much-needed breath, Jason filled his lungs with oxygen. He glanced below, noticing a streetlight chandelier on the right very close to his feet.
“If I could reach it somehow…” Jason knew now was a perfect moment to get out from the invisible grip.
Quabil seemed hesitant about what to do about the sword sticking out from his upper arm, as if he’d never planned for Jason’s resistance. Taking a step back, he moved his other hand toward the sword handle sticking out of his flesh. Continuing to ‘struggle’ with the invisible force around his neck to avoid unwanted attention from his legs, Jason began his next move. The light chandelier had ‘branches’ with three lights on the top – maybe he could reach a branch with a metal-covered lid and use it as a lever. On the first and second attempts, his boots made a flat, clunking sound as they bounced off the metal. Jason knew it was the last chance before Quabil regained his focus for the next devastating move.
Jason turned away, back to the chandelier and bent over, lifting his legs as high he could. He threw his spine backwards, the heels of his boots reaching under the u-shaped metal. From the corner of his eye, he saw Quabil reaching the handle of a gun, aiming and ready to shoot.
“It's now or never”, he thought calmly.
Doing the most powerful ‘leg curls’ of his life, Jason flexed the muscles of his legs and calves, until they contracted to the point of tearing apart. The massive metal structure of the streetlight chandelier began bending over, making a short squeaking sound. The pressure and pain in his muscles was overwhelming. Jason body now stretched between ‘nothing’ and the chandelier, his face and belly button facing the ground. This attempt to escape looked impossible even for him but it was the only thing he could do – and it worked. Suddenly, he escaped the power that pressed around the neck, but the vigor of his leg-pull catapulted his head towards the hard massive metal body of the chandelier. He instinctively used the power of movement, redirecting it around the round surface of the street chandelier like a gymnastics high bar. With all of that acceleration and power, as he spun around, his boot kicked the handle of the sword sticking out from the flesh wound on Quabil’s forearm, nailing the sword deeper at the exact moment when Quabil tried to pull it out. The sharp sword practically severed Quabil’s arm, and the power of the kick threw him a few feet away.
As Quabil flew back towards the wall, Jason managed to land safely. He saw the gunman’s move, and jumped aside to avoid the shots. Zigzagging towards the attacker, Jason searched for the best way to attack without getting shot. The real danger was a few feet away but he had to get rid of this distraction. The third zigzag step allowed him to reach the attacker’s hand, slapping the gun with his open palm while attacking with the elbow. Using full kinetic power, he connected his elbow with the temple of the gunman. With
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