บท 93: Invitation

Pac, pac, pac. 

The sound of my fist hitting the stone filled the entire courtyard. 

Pac. 

Once my fist would hit the pillar, I would take a short moment to regain my posture. 

Pac. 

With my left-hand striking, I would let it return, using its momentum to twist my body. 

Pac. 

My right leg would make use of the momentum, crushing at the pillar.

Pac.

Rebounding from the strike, my right leg would return, I would twist my hips and send my left leg forward. My entire body twisted sideways to augment the force of the kick. 

Pac.

This was the hardest part of the combo. It wasn't the combo I devised itself, but a way to connect the last attack into the first attack of another round.