Moment of Zen [OPEN]

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Tock, tock, tock, thud.

Danny stood in front of the wooden dummy, striking its arms with his own arms. Scarred, calloused, and hardened. He and the dummy were in a recreation of his work out room. The fake morning sun shined through the large windows, and outside was the New York City skyline.

Tock, thud, thud, tock-tock-thud.

Danny was going through one of the many Wing Chun sets he had learned, at a fairly quick speed. He did his best to keep his mind clear of thoughts, to keep himself in a state of focus without distraction.

Thud, tock, thud, tock, thud, thud, tock.

This is what it took to achieve great skill. To flow naturally with the universe and let each movement happen without force. Danny did not strike the dummy; his arms struck all by themselves.

Tock, thud, thud, tock...tock...thud...

But Danny wasn't quite there today. Every so often, his mind wandered back to his home, his friends, Misty, and the Immortal Weapons. He worried how they were doing without him, how Rand Inc. was doing, how Misty was feeling about him being gone.

The other Immortal Weapons were still looking for the eight city. Danny prayed that he would return before they found it. There were so many things he was responsible for, that he was taken from. Luke and Colleen and Misty could handle themselves, but if anything happened while he was gone...Danny simply could not forgive himself if anyone suffered because he was not there to stop it.

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"That's good. You need to be strong and tough." Danny smirks. He notices he focus on the dummy.

"I guess you haven't seen one of these before either?"

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"Right," Roxie says with a small nod, stepping forward to get a closer look at it. "It looks so simple," she says. She wouldn't have understood the point if she hadn't had that chance to see Danny practicing with it.