Jackson watched, appreciating the way Nikki twisted his form into something more delicate. Elegant. Something Jackson knew he couldn't accomplish in a hundred years and a million hours of practice. When Nikki ended, Jackson bowed to him.
"Self defense," he said. "Martial arts from Korea. I started when I was just a kid, because my Mom wanted something to give me a steadying influence and well, calm me down. When you came in I was going through a form for a high blue belt, an intermediate level. That," he gestured as if to indicate what he'd done a moment ago, "was the beginning of the form I created for my black belt test."