Table Of ContentJASON STRIKER
MARTIAL ARTS
SERIES VOLUME II
JASON STRIKER
MARTIAL ARTS
SERIES VOLUME II
Bamboo Bloodbath & Ninja's Revenge Piers Anthony and
Roberto Fuentes
Copyright (c) 1974, 1975, 2001 by Piers Anthony and Roberto Fuentes.
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CONTENTS
BAMBOO BLOODBATH
Chapter 1 ..................................................................... 9
RUNNING THE LINE .......................................... 9
Chapter 2 ...................................................................34
HYENA ................................................................34
Chapter 3 ...................................................................46
THERA ................................................................46
Chapter 4 ...................................................................60
ILUNGA...............................................................60
Chapter 5 ...................................................................82
BRAINWASH.......................................................82
Chapter 6 ...................................................................97
CUBA ...................................................................97
Chapter 7 .................................................................116
TAO VS. KILL-13 ...............................................116
Chapter 8 .................................................................137
KI ........................................................................137
Chapter 9 .................................................................157
FIDEL .................................................................157
Chapter 10 ...............................................................177
EVERGLADES ...................................................177
NINJA'S REVENGE
Prologue: ...................................................................205
FALL OF THE BLACK CASTLE........................205
Chapter 1:.................................................................219
HIROSHI ...........................................................219
Chapter 2:.................................................................233
FU ANTOS .........................................................233
Chapter 3:.................................................................251
BASTARD BONES .............................................251
Chapter 4:.................................................................271
NYMPHO ..........................................................271
Chapter 5:.................................................................290
HOT ICE ...........................................................290
Chapter 6:.................................................................306
ASSASSIN ...........................................................306
Chapter 7:.................................................................336
MONK'S TREASURE ........................................336
Chapter 8:.................................................................362
DEMON ............................................................362
Epilogue: ...................................................................387
NINJA'S MINIONS............................................387
Glossary ....................................................................389
BAMBOO
BLOODBATH
Chapter 1
RUNNING THE LINE
I took hold of the lad's arm, tugged gently. He resisted, whereupon I caught his
left ankle with my right foot and swept it out from under him in a de-ashi barai
foot-sweep. His weight was on that leg; he fell with a cry. He was ten years old.
Instantly I was on top of him, pulling his arm back in a jujigatame cross lock till
he shouted "Mate! I yield!"
I leaped at the next. He was twelve, and he weighed about ninety pounds. I
caught him with his hands down and pinned them to his sides. I lifted his feet
from the tatami, the judo practice mat, twisted him to the horizontal, and set him
down. There was laughter in the dojo, the practice hall.
The next one was a fifteen year old, obese; he weighed almost as much as I did,
but it was mostly fat. I went over his head with my right hand, forcing him to
bend almost horizontally; then I grabbed the back of his belt and went down in a
fast sumi-gaeshi, or back rolldown. He went over me; instead of letting go I
rolled on top of him and grabbed him in a yoko-gatame holddown.
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So it went. I was "running the line" with my judo students, starting with the
novices and working my way up to my black belts. The object was to throw each
one as rapidly as possible, until I had met every one of them. This gave each
student the instructor's individual attention, if only for a moment, and that was
important. It also served to illustrate that I was still the master here; every so
often they needed a reminder that the old man still had it.
Still, there was room for variation. Sometimes I played with a beginner, a small
kid, going in hard but not throwing him, making it look as if he was really
resisting, and even on occasion (but very seldom!) letting him throw me. On the
other hand, when I met a cocky brat too big for his britches, I did the opposite,
throwing him several times very quickly with a variety of moves-or even with
the same move, making him look ridiculous. Sometimes I would strangle him a
couple of times for good measure. Never hard, of course.
It always started fast, but as I encountered the more experienced students at the
other end, it slowed. They were harder to throw-my instruction would have been
worthless if they weren'tand I was no longer fresh. The last two or three could be
real bastards. But I had to throw them, and in reasonable time, or I would lose
the respect of the group.
I grappled with a green belt. He had good promise, but was too timid to know it.
So I eased up, trying a couple of moves I knew he could block, making him look
good. Instruction is more than merely physical; I tried to inculcate confidence
and courtesy, too. Then I put him down with a harai-goshi-a sweeping loin hip-
throw-and moved on.
One after the other, I put them down. I lost track of the number; I wanted only to
get on through and proceed with the formal class session. Each time I ran the
line it was rougher, because all my students were getting better, learning my
tricks, and I had too many students at the moment. In time the size of the classes
would 11
whittle down. Then I would have to worry only about paying the rent.
Hardly looking. I tried a foot-sweep on the next okuri ashi barai. He fell, but did
not release his hold on my sleeve. The kimono stretched tight across his chest as
he twisted, and pulled halfway up to his shoulders.
She!
He? One white globe of flesh showed under that twisted shirt.
I have taught many women selfdefense, but this particular class was all male.
What was woman doing in the line?
My surprise interfered with my concentration, and her yank on my sleeve pulled
me down so that I barely avoided falling on top of that handsome breast. I have
quick reflexes but this was happening in mid-throw. I spun to the side, rolling on
my shoulder while the girl raised her legs and flipped to her feet. There was
another tantalizing flash of her bosom, her breasts bouncing together, before the
shirt fell back, covering it.
I sat up on the mat, bemused and dismayed. No student should have thrown me
like that, especially not a girl, and most particularly not a strange one. Of course
I had been trying to disengage when she made her move, but who would believe
that? My students were already chuckling at my embarrassment-those whose
eyes had recovered from the girl's startling display of anatomy. It would be hell
to get them oriented on basic judo practice after this.
She looked my way, enjoying the commotion, and now I got a good look at her
face. She was a platinum blonde, her long hair almost white, and her green eyes
were heavily painted with deep shadows. She was using some kind of far-out
