I stood there as the player charged at me, I did not know what his intentions were but had the feeling he was not coming over to give me a hug. Suddenly I began to get mad, my anger was neither incoherent nor out of control but a deeply felt rage. I knew I was on the edge when I began to plan the Jackass’s take down and then neck break. Hey, death is not a permanent problem Ingame and this Jackass deserved it.
It is funny how a person’s mind reacts in the fight or flight situation. For me I was thinking I had already named the player Jackass in my mind and watching him running towards me did nothing to dissuade my thoughts. Maybe I was too cerebral, spending too much time analyzing every situation.
Once the player reached me, I let him try to grab me. Then using a traditional O Goshi throw I tossed the Jackass onto the steps of the shop I had just left. Spinning around I stepped to the side to keep both the Jackass and the group in my sight. Seeing that they were not coming towards me I looked at the Jackass getting up. Once he saw me, he began to yell somewhat crazily I thought, and then advanced towards me once more.
I could not understand his apparent desire to inflect harm to me, after all, I am a lovable person, at least I think so. Sure, I had burnt his leg off and embarrassed him in front of his peers. He was a donator with great gear and he was seven levels higher than I was. I could sympathize with his feeling somewhat silly but he was taking it to a new level.
Too bad for him I was already there waiting for him. I had decided that if he attacked me once more time I would use the Kani Basami. I had learnt the illegal Judo move years ago. The international Judo association had banned the move. Considered too dangerous for use in competition, it was perfect for the Jackass.
Being in the orphanage, we did not have much. The government is cheap to put it bluntly. We had the opportunity to participate in one sport, as long as it had low cost involved. Turns out Gi’s are not that expensive. After studying Judo for 8 years, I had managed to earn my red and white belt. For those that do not know that is the belt above black. There is only one other belt above it and that is the red belt.
I did not think of myself as a fighter but prudence and common sense dictated that my first few years at the orphanage would be difficult if I could not defend myself. Therefore, when they offered the Judo lessons to us orphanage kids, I had eagerly taken them. It turned out that I had a natural ability and progressed rapidly in the classes.
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My natural ability was about to be presented with force to the Jackass.
As the jackass shambled towards me, I suddenly heard one of the other players yell “stop.” Being a peaceful individually I was more than happy to not have to fight this imbecile as I had determined that this was a waste of time and there were witnesses. I did not mind the idea of tossing him around but I would rather do it on my own time and at a place, I would chose.
Looking at the player who had yelled out and who was now approaching me I relaxed. He was a level 45 and I had no hope if defending myself if he tried to attack me. Suddenly the Jackass was in my face trying to swing his fist at me. The new player looked at the jackass and with a disgusted tone said, “Kirov and Jules remove this initiate from my presence and from the guild.” Hearing yes sir in a Slavic accent I turned my attention to the man who stood in front of me.
Most players when creating their avatars would create a being that was young, strong, and usually good looking. This was only partially true for this person. A human of medium height with the same well-muscled figure that most players had he also was somewhat different in that he was clearly older. We both studied each other for a minute and then he spoke. “I see that you are a capable young man, may I ask what fighting style you used?” Seeing no sense in denying my abilities, I stated, “I am a student of Judo.”
Seeing him nod I relaxed and then asked a question that had just occurred to me. “Sir, why are you with the Jackass?” Hearing my name for the obnoxious player he began to chuckle. “It is a bit of a story, I will make you a deal if you tell me your story I will tell you how I was saddled with the Jackass.” “I will even buy you lunch for you troubles.” Seeing that it was now noon and I was beginning to get hungry, I agreed. If this player wanted to hurt me, he already would have.