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Fifth series
May. 3rd, 2012 10:12 pmThis evening I went to swordfighting again and to tell you the truth: I haven't had such a great training in weeks. I don't know what did it: the extensive and exhausting warming up that left the adrenaline flowing freely or the fact that I was already focused because of work earlier that day. I was a bit queasy from dinner and with a little bit of a sore back when I went, and I come home happy and floating on my hunky, pumped-up cloud of endorphins and adrenalins.
Perhaps it was Spirit of Boken that did it for me. I had brought boken (with tsuba, the tiny ring that acts as a crossguard so you don't break your fingers if the other sword/boken slides down in a binding) because of the eternal lack of materials and found I kicked ass with that. And not too shabby: I did so with (kite-)shield and spear as well.
We learned the fifth series with sword and shield, and I managed to get my head wrapped around it pretty quickly. An attack with the fist turning into a stab in the face, neck or throat if you can make it. If not, a sawing motion to see if you can sever the neck or arteries, and then a bit of kneecap to finish it all off.
In short: a good training, with only marginal injuries on my part (bit of a sore knee, stab to the solar plexus with a more flexible sword than mine) and some sore knuckles on Arthurs part (with the boken. Ouch!). Moment of pride: stabbing Thom in the fencing mask with my spear.
On nights like these, I really like this sport. Tomorrow morning, when counting the bruises, maybe not so much. Roar.
Perhaps it was Spirit of Boken that did it for me. I had brought boken (with tsuba, the tiny ring that acts as a crossguard so you don't break your fingers if the other sword/boken slides down in a binding) because of the eternal lack of materials and found I kicked ass with that. And not too shabby: I did so with (kite-)shield and spear as well.
We learned the fifth series with sword and shield, and I managed to get my head wrapped around it pretty quickly. An attack with the fist turning into a stab in the face, neck or throat if you can make it. If not, a sawing motion to see if you can sever the neck or arteries, and then a bit of kneecap to finish it all off.
In short: a good training, with only marginal injuries on my part (bit of a sore knee, stab to the solar plexus with a more flexible sword than mine) and some sore knuckles on Arthurs part (with the boken. Ouch!). Moment of pride: stabbing Thom in the fencing mask with my spear.
On nights like these, I really like this sport. Tomorrow morning, when counting the bruises, maybe not so much. Roar.
