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behind him and; slipping the black nylon cord with its centre knot around his neck; he pulled tight; whipping his wrists powerfully so that the knot bit cruelly into the man's Adam's apple。 The back arched as the man fought for breath。
 Saigo was momentarily taken by surprise。 The man whirled and went; for him instead of for the encircling cord。 He was monstrously strong and Saigo felt his balance going in these close quarters。 He felt the arms; as thick as beams; around his waist squeezing as he squeezed。 He stamped with his shoe onto the man's instep and he let go。 Saigo hurtled… to one side; the momentum too strong to pensate for。
 The policeman was on him at once; gasping; his bulk nevertheless stultifying。 He used kite… and sword…strikes which were only partially successful but his enormous weight made proper leverage impossible for Saigo。
 He fought for the reverse; giving up all but token defence; taking massive punishment; struggling; sweat running down the sides of his neck; staining his black suit。
 He cursed himself for the sin of over…confidence and; struggling to free his right hand; he let go a spring blade。 It pierced the other's shoulder just centre of the collarbone。 The man grunted and; disconcertingly; applied even more force。 Saigo heard a sharp crack in his right ear; knew his bow was now useless。
 The policeman put all his weight into his knees; which were on Saigo's chest; in an attempt to force all air out。 This was a mistake。 But how could he know that Saigo could last for at least seven minutes without any air at all?
 Saigo now concentrated on the man's upper torso。 He lacked the space to use the claws effectively。 He stiffened the fingers on his right hand; using them as one would the point of a knife。 He rammed them into the man's side just under the rib cage。 This time; 'die protective vest did its work and the killing blow; though painful; was deflected。
 In desperation; Saigo used the tettsui against the sternum。 It cracked and all breath went out of the massive body above him。
 Saigo got the reverse at last and now; sitting astride the policeman; re wrapped the cord about his throat; heaving with his arms and shoulders。
 He heard it; escalating up the register until the decibels were so high they passed beyond human hearing。 He moved at the same time。 Felt the white…hot blast along his right temple and; half stunned; began to roll along the atrium floor。 Scrambled for the shadows as the deadly sound followed him; whining away in ricochet。
 Another sniper! He crouched in the shadow of a thick pillar; hearing the night erupt into sound and motion all around him。 Blood seeped from the wound and he automatically put a hand up。 Just a crease。 Still; he had bee careless。 We cannot advocate the use of drugs … any drugs whatsoever … he heard his sensei say。 Drugs tend to narrow consciousness; intensifying the narrow…beam awareness while; at the same time; giving the impression of just the opposite。 A false reality set is therefore presented。 Narrow…beam consciousness bees a tendency in any form of bat; especially during the latter stages。 Even veterans must guard against it。 You must effect the Rat's Head; Ox's Neck when this occurs。 If preoccupied by minute points; step back and review the bat from a distant stance。
 This is precisely the trap he had set for himself and one into which he had neatly fallen; otherwise he never would have been grazed by that bullet。
 Hearing was still a problem and he scrambled away from the epicentre of the motion。 He needed some time to recover。
 Movement to the left and in front of him as he lay at an oblique angle within the building's interior。 Above him; the partially pleted atrium swept away in a narrowing pattern of dim light and deep shadow; the dark air hovering above him like a column of water; heavy and oppressive。
 For the first time he considered the depressing possibility that he had seriously underestimated his foes。 He felt helpless and terribly alone as he had that night of the howling winds upon the Straits; carving out a part of him into the deep with dry eyes and 

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