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Originally Posted by Stitchawl
Minced... Sliced and diced.... roasted.... beaten soundly 'bout the head and shoulders... And the worst part was, I never even SAW most of his touches! They were just too damn fast! Even his recovery was incredibly fast. The only way I knew he scored a touch was that the score board kept ringing and lighting up every few seconds. Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing!.... and always the same color.... his color... NOT my color....
I'm going to take up knitting.
Stitchawl
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Yep! That's pretty much how I felt when I went back to fencing school. Like I said before, it's changed a lot. The attacks are very different and very, how to put it? Aggressively hostile? It just didn't seem to have the art and finesse that I recall