"The heart of martial arts, the essence, is to prepare so much that you overcome your opponents' advantages," Sivrit said. He was kneeling on the ground beside Elliot, still laying on the floor recovering from his bout in the machine.
Elliot's recovery speed was incredible, but the memory of the pain to his body, and pride, lingered. So he laid still, waiting to understand how Sivrit performed so much better than he did at half the speed.
"Martial dominance is surprisingly simple, from entire armies to the individual soldier, the same principles apply." Sivrit moved into a cross legged position and raised 3 fingers.
"Strength, strategy, and training. That's all there is to it," Sivirt said.
Elliot was able to roll on his side and face Sivrit, questions in his eyes even before he opened his mouth. "What about numbers and weapons? Surely weapons matter for individuals, and numbers and weapons for armies!"
