It always amazed Morty how graceful his movements were and how efficient and powerful the younger man’s blows were. But before Morty could call out a warning, Charlie turned, his leg swinging high and wide, kicking the man across the face. Suddenly, the third man charged Charlie from behind. A second man, his nose bloodied, attempted to land a punch to the second mate’s face, but Charlie fended off the blow with all the skill their Japanese cook taught him.
He slowly regained his senses and struggled to rise. Morty could see Charlie had his hands full.Ī short man lay sprawled at the foot of an overturned table. Of the dozen men in the taproom, three were involved in the fray with Charlie.
The floor was littered with the splintered remains of at least one chair. The room was in disarray with two tables turned over and others no longer where they had been earlier. The sight that greeted him was pretty much as he expected. Morty half-stumbled down the steps to the taproom below. He learned how from a real Japanese master who worked as cook fer a few years.” “Oh Lassie, watching Charlie fight is a thing of beauty. When the woman looked at Hugh for conformation, Hugh nodded.
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