On Ryukyu islands, the expert Kara-te practitioners, used their skills to subdue, control and generally teach bullies A lesson, rather than severely injure or kill their attackers. They knew full well the consequences of their actions and the trail of blood and retribution that would ensue.

This is crap,' Shaun said, withdrawing his arm.'Right,' I agreed. 'Absolutely fucking crap.'No argument.'I want to punch somebody right about now.'Not it,' Rick said.'I punch back,' Steve said.

. . . There are two types of fighters, the former strike all over the place hoping one would land, the latter, assured of their prowess and capabilities, hit once and destroy the opponent's desire to continue the fight.

The warrior guided by the spirit serves humanity, the warrior without, serves the ego.

Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. What’s wrong with everyone this week?”Tom can tell that.

The hard part about one being tough yet meek is the illusion of being a punching bag.

Karate without heart is just A corpse.