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Ξ July 29th, 2003 | → Comments Off | ∇ Fitness / HEMA |
So I’m out in the driveway, fencing with David. I see the sidesword cut come in, and I blank. My body says, “Oh, crap!” and throws up my left arm instead of my right hand (which is holding the sword).
The blow actually didn’t hurt all that much. I actually had a substantially larger bruise on my forearm, near the wrist, from an earlier deflection of a rapier thrust (meaning I slapped the rapier aside with my hand/arm).
We went in the house after we finished, and the first thing Truly said when she saw us was, “Ooh, you’ve got blood all over your arm!”
Sure enough, a metal burr on the sidesword blade (there are enough of them) must have caught me and nicked me. So Truly fussed a bit with hydrogen peroxide, and some minutes later I was eating a hotdog with a Blue’s Clues bandaid on my arm.
I’ve got a war wound now.
