Have a sword fight

I have been a medieval fanatic for YEARS! Everything to do with medieval I almost know. When I started year eight, my first topic in history was Medieval. I could finish every piece of work 10 mins into the class (leaving everyone asking me for answers during the 30 minutes left of the class =.= ). Anyway…I am also a fannatic of Final Fantasy…and believe it or not, own a replica (real metal and fully sharpened…and may I add…very heavy) of Final Fantasy VII’s Cloud’s Buster Sword. It is the smallest of two versions yet it is very heavy. I can not wield it very well…but I can use ti greatly enough to attack and retaliate fast enough. Anyway…I have had friends…and even challengers off the street (O.O yeah…strangers that seen me fighting against my friends that have swords…) fight me one on one. Sometimes it would be two on two…but they’d always have a spare katana or light weight sword like that to make it fair.

Basically…I have fought people who are far too inexperienced. I need to fight someone who has enough experience to maintain a 30 minute fight, and someone who can knock me to the ground and call “Touche” lolz. My friends quickly learn my movements…but I still end the fight…and they are too busy watching my attacks and movements to attack me back. Strangers just give up at points. If I could have a worthy fight for a change….ooo…I would love that =)

I came home yesterday not even expecting it to be the fateful day that justice would be dealt handily. As I got out of my truck I noticed my neighbor looking at me from behind a bush. His name is Jake and he’s about 5 years old. When he finally worked up the courage to ask me if I wanted to play a game of whiffleball, I gladly agreed. What I didn’t know was that he was only baiting me and biding his time before we had what can only be described as an epic battle of epic proportions. After the whiffle ball game he decided it would be best to wear me out by riding bikes up and down the street for a while. We raced a couple of times and he beat me (training wheels are an unfair advantage). Then he decided we should go around and count everything blue on the street, so we did. Another clever fatigue tactic I suppose. Then, without warning, he retires into his domicile under the premise of juice consumption, but he returned with an arsenal of some of the most advance weapons to date (and juice). He laid them all out on the grass and I felt a lump growing in my throat. We fought long. We fought with purpose. We fought like preschool poets. In the end we both fell; tattered and exhausted. We laid in the grass for a bit, then got all itchy so we decided to not lay in the grass anymore. Then the ice cream man came and I became his friend again. The combat is summarized below.

Body parts lost:

Arm (4…they kept growing back and he kept swiping them off)
Leg (1)
Butt (1)

Weapons used:

Batman Begins Ninja Sword

Battery Operated Noisy Toy Gun

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Electronic Bo Staff and Katana Sword

Power Rangers Mystic Force Green Ranger Axe

but dangit, I put up a good fight with someone who studied the art…
even if they were foam rubber… and I got stuck the bastard sword… when he ad the spear…
preferably, I’d go for spearfighting… but swords are not to be neglected!

I run a swordfighting (western martial arts) school in Spring City, PA. We have a Philadelphia branch also.

Our website is www.livesteelfightacademy.com

im not serious, i just think it’d still be pretty cool to duke it out old school honor style…and what not…duno maybe its just me…and anime