Sasha loved the feeling of moving meditation; it was as if
her attention existed in the eye of a storm, while the elements blazed around
her. Beyond herself, she sensed Mortimer’s
body. The energy within him was patient and fluid, but uncompromising, like the
rise and fall of the tides that carved away the sand. When she moved, it was not to lance out with
her physical body, but to facilitate the energy within her in a battle of the
elements.
And yet, each fighter’s essence was intricately tied in with
the way the element was expressed. When
she channelled Water, it came to her like a fast flowing rapid under the summer
sun. In Mortimer, it was the suffocating
shock of a tropic downpour, or the freezing rainy patches in a fog. The exchange was more than blows; it was a tale
of the experiences inside each fighter.
