Once more, Chun Ke charged, and once more the Master took his mighty blow without care, rolling him onto his side and scratching his belly, showing him how an enemy would disembowel him. Then, he unleashed a series of slaps onto the pig’s stomach, miming a devastating combination of strikes that would have surely slain the oaf had even a fraction of the Master’s strength been in the blow. Chun Ke went limp, as he should, until the Master let him up and began scratching his mane affectionately.
