Conor Dillon – Beginnings Excerpt 8
I once again reported to Shamus, who again uttered the one word, ‘Run!’ and so, I ran, then walked, then ran again until it all became an automatic reaction to Shamus’s command. I soon lost count of how many times I had climbed that hill. All I knew was that each time I did, I felt that I had achieved something, something that would stand me well in the future.
When I reached him after the umpteenth time, Shamus told me to take a short break, Then he would show me how to fight, I couldn’t wait! After I had taken a breather, Shamus began to explain the rudiments of fighting.’There are two ways of fighting, both of which you will learn, The Gentleman’s way, which has a Gentleman, you will need to learn and my way, which is about survival.’ He explained. ‘I’m sorry but I don’t understand? I said, feeling a little lost.
‘Any man, no matter how big or tough you think him, can be bought to his knees if you kick him here,’ He pointed to my groin, ‘The harder the better!’ ‘If a man grabs you from behind, butt him with the back of your head, from the front, likewise but use the front of your head, If someone is trying to strangle you, gouge his eyes, that usually does the trick, if it doesn’t hit him under the nose with the flat of your hand, hit him hard enough, he’s dead!’ Shamus stated grinning at me, as if he had just taught me the facts of life.
‘Right! enough talk, time for some action,’ He said, ‘Attack me, boy!’ I charged at him, like a mad bull, I was almost on him, when he side-stepped and stuck out a foot and I went flying, I got up winded and angry. I ran at him once again, and once again ended up on the ground. I was annoyed that such a small man, Shamus was the same height as me, could make such a fool of me.
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