"To Sodomy! It's Between God and Me!"
Fencing rant. Oi. Had a lesson (yes!) for the first time in ages; ergo my legs hurt, and I pulled a muscle in my arm. I kept breaking my wrist all evening. I have to break that habit. O_o It's stupid.
So, I fenced with four different people. One was Curtis, which was cool. And I also fenced with JoAnn, who has heard 'Seasons of Love', and looks like Clayton from Horatio Hornblower, and who is also quite a good fencer.
But I also fenced with Luba, who has no idea what she's supposed to be doing, I gather. She's in the advanced class, but she cannot fence. She anticipates all my actions, and she counterparries in a parry-reposte drill, and she only takes one retreat in an advance-lunge drill, and she generally makes me go 'What the hell?'
Also, fenced that little bastard who keeps trying to kill me. Let him continue on that goal, because he was landing on target, thankfully, therefore stabbing my breast protector instead of my gut.
Still. Do not understand these people.
Have gone back to my terrible habit of pirouetting, and, of course, breaking the wrist. Also, keep throwing wide my parries. Small, precise actions. Yes. I know.
Chrissy is being funny tonight. He has just learned all about hand reffing. According to Curtis, it's about three years old. Chrissy has it memorised. Good for him. >_< He still isn't going to be able to flaunt it. Not in his time period.
Anyway. Trying not to break my new blade. Luba nearly disarmed me by coming down hard on the forte. >_< Gaaaaaaahhhh that blade has to last me another year or so!
So, I fenced with four different people. One was Curtis, which was cool. And I also fenced with JoAnn, who has heard 'Seasons of Love', and looks like Clayton from Horatio Hornblower, and who is also quite a good fencer.
But I also fenced with Luba, who has no idea what she's supposed to be doing, I gather. She's in the advanced class, but she cannot fence. She anticipates all my actions, and she counterparries in a parry-reposte drill, and she only takes one retreat in an advance-lunge drill, and she generally makes me go 'What the hell?'
Also, fenced that little bastard who keeps trying to kill me. Let him continue on that goal, because he was landing on target, thankfully, therefore stabbing my breast protector instead of my gut.
Still. Do not understand these people.
Have gone back to my terrible habit of pirouetting, and, of course, breaking the wrist. Also, keep throwing wide my parries. Small, precise actions. Yes. I know.
Chrissy is being funny tonight. He has just learned all about hand reffing. According to Curtis, it's about three years old. Chrissy has it memorised. Good for him. >_< He still isn't going to be able to flaunt it. Not in his time period.
Anyway. Trying not to break my new blade. Luba nearly disarmed me by coming down hard on the forte. >_< Gaaaaaaahhhh that blade has to last me another year or so!
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