I have been engaged in martial arts for a long time (well, there, karate, handball, capoeira), of course, I love cold weapons and I can turn to them. I prefer Po (a long stick, like Donatello of Turtles) and in any possible case do not miss the opportunity to twist something reminiscent of it (whether it is the blades / tapes / grabbles in the garden or just a trunk from a thin berry that will be in your hands on the country).
In general, I work as a TC machinery and we have a fixed territory at each shift, where you need to maintain cleanliness and order. Once again, I’m blinking (there’s such a yellow Chinese plastic with a long sling), I look — I’m behind the turbine, nobody sees me, and I decided to go back a couple of times. I twisted a little, jumped, after another turn in the jump, when landing immediately continued to subdue. I hear the engineer’s voice behind me:
I saw the guys work hard, of course, but so!

I got the prize :)