Death on the Water

When I felt I had begun to understand qi, and how it worked, another mystery appeared which made me realise I was just scraping the surface. One moment I was a wise man the next I was a noob again.

I rested on the hill and stitched my back wound before I'd enter the fray again. Something nagged at me. Something about the Orks.

They were cunning, far more cunning than ferals. But compared to men, they had a long way to go. I laughed to myself. Nothing was as devious as a greedy man. Gisael's view of the world had broadened but she had not really experienced what men were really capable of.

I didn't think the qi techniques the Orks possessed were innate. I wasn't sure, I wasn't in their heads and we didn't speak about it. I just smashed them when they were within reach. But their qi-strike, stoneskin and body techniques reminded me of something.