The practice sessions became a lot more interesting. When Sherry went into 'green mode' neither of us could touch her. She still worked on forms and positions, and soaked up everything that we could teach her. Her style became a blend of Spanish sabre and Japanese katana. Sherry wasn't worried in the slightest about the green glow.  She was simply doing what I had told her to do, fill herself with light and push it out. Each day she came up with crazier challenges for her control, ...