The shows are rather entertaining. I, of course, am not
distracted, but my quarry is. At least he appears to be. But I must be careful
not to make assumptions. As my last test showed, his mild demeanor is only skin
deep.
I wait for them to finish their entrées and order desert. A
full stomach is a great disadvantage in a fight. This will certainly affect how
he fights. I need to take that into consideration when assessing his skills.
The Cuscuses have replaced three of the waiters. It’s a
common movie cliché, and one never used in real life, so they won’t expect it.
They place the deserts down, and then put all three in headlocks.
Kyle reacts immediately and somehow manages to get his
footing with one leg on the ground and another on the wall. He flips his
assailant overhead, but the assailant is no slacker. He maintains his hold and takes
Kyle with him. Kyle must have anticipated something like that, because he
shifts his weight in midair and lands on top. They struggle for a few moments,
then Kyle slips away and leapfrogs over the table. He aims his two feet at the
heads of the other Cuscuses. They turn to block the souls of Kyle’s shoes with
his friends’ heads, but he weaves his feet around and them and strikes their
hands instead. They don’t loosen their grips even the slightest bit. I can see
the look of surprise in his eyes. Good.
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