03-21-2006, 01:46 AM
...the parry four, riposte with disengagement. I hated it then, I hate it now. Really, it was the strip being something like a foot from the wall, and every time i made a parry of four, my damn point would hit the wall before it would hit HK, showing the off-target instead of the really hard-earned point that I needed to get. I am pretty sure you were hugging that side of the strip (I know i would have!) you bastard! It was the third white light on my riposte to the wall that made me (and, subsequently, my fifth metacarpal on my left hand) snap.
I felt it give when I hit the wall and the thought of breaking my hand AND taking silver motivated me to finally drive a steak through HK's black heart and win. My only victory over HK in competition, methinks.
I felt it give when I hit the wall and the thought of breaking my hand AND taking silver motivated me to finally drive a steak through HK's black heart and win. My only victory over HK in competition, methinks.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.