Master Jason was in a rare position. He grimaced through the pain. Craig had c****d Jason’s arm behind his back and pinned him face down on the mat with his legs atop his body. He was bracing Jason’s arm with his knees and was awkwardly twisting his instructor’s wrist toward the ceiling with both hands.
Then, slowly, as if reluctant to relent, Jason reached out his free hand and tapped sharply twice on the mat, the sign that he had submitted. Craig released him from his grip, and both men relaxed on the mat.
Jason shook his head, clearly impressed. “That was good, Craig. Your skill and precision have definitely ticked up lately. There’s real power and authority in the way you’re fighting.” Craig sat up on the mat, a satisfied smile curled on his face. “Yeah. I feel different, for sure. G
