Meditation

Flinch made sure Valery was laying down comfortably so she could recover, looping the chain connecting her ankles through the metal loop at the end of her armbinder. She was helpless, but not immobilized and he found some soft moss she could lie on. Then it was time to try the martial arts training.

He had heard of meditation but never tried it. Just sitting down and not thinking seemed like an awful waste of precious time and it was for any ordinary goblin, but not for Flinch. He sat down cross-legged, resting his palms on his knees with his hands facing upwards. His whole focus was on taking deep breaths with deliberate pauses when his lungs were completely full and empty. Still, he couldn’t focus very well. Too much had happened in just a few hours, his thoughts were still racing and his body was exhausted as the adrenaline left him.

Flinch still tried to meditate for about an hour, ‘Some progress is better than no progress.’, he thought. While he had no feeling of inner tranquillity or felt the Qi centre of his body, Flinch felt refreshed and mentally put together when he was finished. ’Time to throw some kicks and punches.’, he figured and took what he thought was a proper fighting stance. In reality it was amateurish at best, so were his first punches. After just a few times repeating a basic jab, he felt the warmth from the horn expand over his shoulders and arms until it reached his fingertips. It also spread all the way down over his hips and to his feet. His movements became more snappy, quick and powerful with every strike. It was like his body knew what to do instinctively and his brain learned at an unreal speed. After two hours of the training, Flinch felt the power of every strike through his whole body. ’I am making incredible progress. Maybe I am more than twice as fast at learning…’, as soon as he broke the focus of his training, exhaustion washed over him again. He was asleep before he hit the ground.