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The attacker in front of us leaves his midsection exposed for a moment; it’s the last thing he’ll do in this fight, we think as we unleash the burst.
“You did it, kid,” Caleb’s thought intrudes. “Finally, we’re both in Haim’s head.”
“I got as much. You don’t exactly think in Hebrew, do you?”
“Right. Now shut the f**k up and let me see this.”
The ‘burst’ is what we mentally call this quick succession of punches to our opponent’s solar plexus. We walk into our opponent as we strike, making the force of our punches that much more potent. We count twenty hits before he tries to block and stage a simultaneous counterattack.
Fleetingly impressed with his economy of movement, we grab his arm and use his own momentum to throw him off balance. He hits the ground, hard. Before he tries to pu
