(Writathon participant.) I was the greatest martial artist that ever lived. Then I lost a fight with a .50 caliber bullet.   I had thought there was no where else to go, no higher I could reach, no more skill to refine.  I was content to gather prize money and wander aimlessly.   Now?  Now I'm a baby in a world where your average 10yr old coulda wiped the floor with me, assuming they didn't just magic my face off first.   Finally, a real challenge!