THE GATE KEEPER by JULES GABRIEL

technique. He found himself moving with the same
angle his wrist got diverted. After a quick outburst of cry, he fell down and
lay motionless on the ground.
    His
face demonstrates the agony and the emotion of confusion he was in. Joey
aggressively flings a right hook in my face as he dashed towards me.
Automatically my hands went up at a ninety degree angle guarding my face. The
block fully absorbs the blow while injuring his fingers.
    From
there I knew that joey must have been an inexperience fighter. A good punch
does not crack . I immediately step outside his arc of fire. Allowing my
opponent to move in the same direction he was heading. Then deliver two
powerful kicks at the left side of Joey’s rib cage. He went down on the ground
falling on his side. He holds it as he curls in agony.  
    Ryan,
Allan and Harley were there in time to see their friends and leader on the
ground. They made an obtrusive semi-circle while they simultaneously glance at
Tony, Joey and me. The teenagers nervously move back and forth as if waiting
for an order to attack.
    ‘What…What
are we waiting for?’ Allan asked nervously.
    ‘Yes,
what are we waiting for?’ Ryan also asked nervously.
    ‘Fools,
we’re three and he’s out number?!’ Harley responded with some confidence while
trying to boost morals of his friends.
    ‘Why
don’t you go first?’ Ryan said still nervous.
    ‘Yes,
you should be the first one to attack.’ Allan convincingly said.
    ‘No,
we attack all together and prevent him to recover until he’s down.’ Harley
said. Instantly after the few words of encouragement they charges on me like a
pack of hungry wolves.
    ‘Punch
him in the head.’ Allan said as he and his friends run towards me.
    Two
punches headed for my face while one head for my chest. I found myself force to
elude the punches by quickly moving backward. Then I immediately made a move to
the one closer to my face by seizing it by the wrist. At the same time I made
half a turn while I put immense power in pulling the wrist in the same
direction it was meant to go.
    Harley’s
body picked up an abnormal speed which slightly upset its own momentum. Without
delay I release his wrist. At the same time I generate a powerful blow from my
open palm to his solar plexus. This immediately changed the course of his fall.
The blow in Harley’s pressure point sent him sideways and backwards onto Allen
and Ryan. All three end up colliding with each other and collapsing on top of
each other.
    At
the corner of my eye I could see something dodgy moving. I quickly turn to it
as I sense danger. Tony had recovered but he was holding something above his
head and he was about to throw it at me. Behind him the old man stood firm and
give him a tap with one hand. Tony acknowledge to the old man’s tap by turning
his face sideways while he hold the rotten log firmly above his head.
    He
seems surprise as if wondering where the old man comes from. The old man unleashes
fury by whacking Tony with a full contact blow with his open palm at one side
of his ear. The brawny teenager lost his sense of equilibrium and drops the log
on his own head. He quickly went down and collapse.
    I
move closer to the old man and ask, ‘who are you?’
    ‘Not
to close! And an explanation you shall have!’ He said nervously.
    I
stop as he has requested and wait for a response from him. He slowly walks to
me as he rolls up the left side of his suit.
    He
raises his arm up and said, ‘Do you see it.’
    On
his arm slightly a few centimetres above his wrist an old stitched scar
stretched horizontally towards the edge of the elbow. The closer he walks to me
the more apparent and evident it becomes for me. Strange as it was, I notice
that the mark of stitches was fading as if it wasn’t there in the first place.
    ‘Magnificent,
isn’t it?’ He said as he appreciates the healing process of his skin.
    I
was speechless. I stare at the scar as it disappears leaving the proper primary
skin unscathed. He