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Robinson, unbalanced by the shot to his shoulder, had lost ki and whatever advantage he had taken over the monk had disappeared. The monk saw it even if he had not grasped just what had happened to Robinson he could see the consequences; he could see Robinson's sudden uncertainty, his aborted rush, and the monk was ready. He curled his hands, leaped into the air, and in the position of the dragon struck Robinson a high sidekick to the skull. Robinson lost consciousness. Only his jolting impact upon the ground brought back the light. He found himself there, pinned by the weight of the monk's body, the monk's hands reaching towards him, the hands in the position of dragons fighting for pearls. The monk was going to cut off his breath, and kill him within ten seconds!
No, Robinson thought, it cannot end this way, not after all of this simply for death, and with one last expenditure of energy he managed to dislodge the monk, heaved himself half-upright, and getting his hands free dug his fingers into the monk's temples, holding him in a helmet of pressure.
The monk's eyes rolled. He tried to gasp but couldn't. He tried to make sounds but couldn't. Robinson kept up the steady pressure, thinking of his fingers as driving through to meet in the center of the skull.
The monk's hands fell away. His tongue came out of his mouth. His eyes, suddenly blackening, closed. Looking up at him, Robinson saw the dying monk as some apparition that covered the sky and all consciousness, then the monk, in one gush of breath fell over on him, Robinson ducking away at the last moment so that this opponent, dead, fell to the ground.
The Japanese were murmuring but he did not hear them. Some of them were coming towards him but he didn't see. Slowly he got to his feet, ignoring his pain, the slashes of agony from his shoulder wound. He backed away from the corpse, looking at it for a long time, then slowly brought his hands together.
With deep respect, Robinson bowed.
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