Free Zombie Fighter Jango #1 The Road to Hell Is Paved With Zombies by Cedric Nye Page A

for Sonja using a two-handed grip on his stick. He held the stick parallel to the ground at shoulder level. His hands divided the stick into thirds, with about 10 inches extending out from each fist, and about 10 inches between his hands.
    He then made a shoving motion that utilized his entire body, his legs, and his arms. The movement was a sinuous whipping motion that resembled the movement that a snake would make when it struck. He quickly brought the stick back, and threw two stick punches in rapid succession. Getting into it now, he told her, “This next one is the kayak attack; it’s a seriously gnarly attack that gets your whole body into the strikes.”
    Jango then demonst rated the movements with his stick. The kayak attack was a brutal looking two-handed attack that resembled a series of left and right hooks, except that the ends of the stick were what he would hit something with instead of his fists. His hips pivoted into each strike as his shoulders whirled quickly to add impetus to the blows.
    Sonja watched closely, and her martial-arts background served her well as she easily picked up the body mechanics of his movements. She immediately realized the practical brutality of the stick strikes. She also saw why he called the movements the kayak attack. Jango’s violent movements very closely resembled someone madly paddling a kayak.
    He suddenly stopped his demonstration and jogged over to the water containers, where he grabbed a plastic jug, and without a word, jogged through the door to the back.
    Sonja had begun to get use to his odd behavior, so she just waited patiently to see what he was up to this time.
    Jango had filled the large container with water, and when he got back, he promptly set the jug on a counter that was still intact.
    He told Sonja, “Go grab one of those Cold Steel poly-whatever shillelaghs. Just grab whichever one feels right.”
    She grabbed a shillelagh off the wall at random, and walked over to stand with him.
    Jango squared up in his basic starting stance for stick-fighting, left foot very slightly leading the right, left shoulder turned slightly forward, elbows against his ribs, and the stick in the two-handed grip in front of his face.
    “Okay, this is a stick punch . It’s a VERY easy move, but it hits super-hard,” he told her. “Just act like you’re throwing a punch, let your weight move forward, drive off your right foot, swivel your hips, and torque your shoulder forward, then let the punch go.”
    He demonstrated the move slowly as he talked.
    “Then, just before full extension, snap your wrist so the just shoots forward!” He demonstrated the stick punch at full speed time. The heavy ironwood stick was a blur as it shot forward. There was a meaty thunk as the part of the stick closest to him hit the back of his forearm at full extension. He drew it back just as quickly.
    He threw several more stick punches, and Sonja noticed that he didn’t need to make any sound effects with his mouth. In his hands, the stick cut through the air with a whistling noise as it wove a blurred web of death in front of him.
    She emulated his movements, slowly at first, then with increasing speed as she became comfortable with the movement.
    “Now remember,” he warned, “Don’t extend your arms out all the way on any strikes, okay? That can hyper-extend your elbows and leave you up shit-creek without a fighting stick OR a paddle.”
    Sonja adjusted her strikes so that her arms didn’t fully extend. She practiced moving and striking, getting her footwork in sync with the unfamiliar style of fighting.
    Jango nodded his approval. “You really picked that up fast!” He exclaimed. “What martial art do you practice?” He asked her.
    She stopped snapping the stick out, and asked him, “How did you know that?”
    “I just noticed your build, how you move, and the first two knuckles on each of your hands. It doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out you can kick ass. Oh, plus you