YOU TETSUO? Text bubbled over the man’s head. > That’s me. > Let’s fight. It had been less than forty seconds since I’d logged in to Versus Town. The man called out to Tetsuo as he ran down Main Street, the broad thoroughfare leading out of Itchōme. Dirt and stain textures covered his martial arts uniform. He wore a black wristband. His feet were bare. A large toothpick protruded from the corner of the mouth texture on his face. He looked like a heavyweight drunken fist. Without another word, he attacked. I crouched to duck under his leading punch and backed Tetsuo off to the right. > You running? Keeping one hand on the stick, I tapped out a reply on the keyboard. > No, but you’ll wish I had. Drunken fist is a Chinese martial art so named because its techniques resemble the erratic stagger of a drunk. The unpredictable and unusual moves are meant to confuse the opponent. It’s a fun school to play and watch, but it’s not very effective in a streetfight.
