At dawn, on a terrace, a young man practising the nobble art of the sword. The sword is whirling around, cutting the air, while our man runs,jumps, somersaults,screams. The sword is very close to his armpit. A last warlike scream, and close-up on his face astonished. When the camera goes further, we can see the arm which holds the sword falling sharply on the ground. VO "Cut for action,cut for Fox".