Look up “strewing herbs”. That’s how we did it in the Old™ days. Though to be perfectly honest, I’d take a plague of ladybugs over ants any day.

I don’t really practice martial arts. I simply use physics, which makes a kind of obvious sense to me. For example, if you punch me. You swing full force, you lean everything you have into it. The best solution is not to try and block that punch or deflect it. The best solution, that preserves my energy and makes use of yours, would be to let you carry through, step to the side, and then help you to keep going that direction.

I once put a man’s face through plate glass doing that. He died. And I didn’t have to land a single blow, expend any energy. Just stepped aside, and patted him helpfully on the back as he flew by.

Kicking is amusing. Humans all think they know karate now. They kick, when a hundred years ago that wouldn’t even have occurred to them. Every time I have a fight they want to wave their arms and kick me. That’s even easier to deal with. A man kicks me, I grab his ankle and lift. End of fight.

My favorite though, is the head-butt. Yes, by all means, bring that neck closer to my teeth. All I have to do is tilt my head as you come at me, and you’re dead.

Humans always think it’s some sort of game, I suppose. Fight like they’re showing off for someone. Try to intimidate. All so silly. I’m not interested in fighting. I’m interested in killing them as swiftly as possible. Humans don’t believe they can die – at least not the ones who try to fight me. They’re coddled. They don’t believe they’re mortal. It’s the swiftest way to make a mistake.

If I find myself in an altercation with someone who doesn’t want to fight, who reads their opponent, rather than to lunge at them…then I know they have seen death before, that they know their own mortality, and that they will be much more difficult to kill.

Whatever form you choose to utilize is fine by me. I am grateful for thoughts bent in my direction.

She wanted to see the world your way.