“How would you go about fighting me?”
I did my best Captain Kirk kick.
“No!” Mr. King scolded. “Never leave the ground. Your power comes from the earth.” The grown man in his expensive suite crouched nimbly, coiling his body, which he unleashed into a flurry of circular strikes. Not punches so much as palm and elbow combinations that appeared to carry a smooth momentum or power.
“Wow!” I exclaimed involuntarily.
“Yes.” the man agreed. “Wow! Do you want to learn this?”
I nodded that I did.
“I have a boxing school downtown. But that won’t fix your problem of having to go to school tomorrow, will it?”