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Posting Date 2006-09-21 17:05:44
Author Spurinna
Title Deuling Club
Category was involved in a wild/crazy bet
Where it happend A friend's house
Age then 18
Age now 19
Gender MALE
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Story Length 432
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When I was 18, I got a sword. That alone should be cause for worry.

When you combine that with the fact that it was designed to take some hits so it could be used in reenactments, things only get worse. The thing had a 30 inch blade and a half basket hilt and weighed about two pounds total. Not heavy, but not light either.

So I was at a friend's house with it, showing it off, when one of his other friends came over. He was a big black guy named Shaka (no joke) who was into any kind of fighting he could get. My friend jokingly suggested we duel each other. He thought it would be a great match up: An african against norseman. Very Roman idea. Well, Shaka was all for it, but I wanted some reason to risk life and limb, especially since he was bigger than me. So my friend suggested that we make it a sword fight and that the winner got both swords. I agreed and was fairly confident, until I saw his sword.

Mine was essentially a more manageable basket hilt broadsword. His was a four foot broadsword. He had a good foot on me in reach and the mere crushing power of that thing was deadly. Still, a bet's a bet.

We started and he immediately chops downward at me with his sword. I jump out of the way and spin to backhand him with my blade, only to find that he had his own blade up in time to block. I took advantage of the basket and punched his sword away before retreating.

We went back and forth for about three minutes, by which time, I'm exhausted, so I try something I saw in a movie. Specifically, the 13th warrior. I lean on my sword, panting for breath when he takes his sword and goes for another overhead attack. At the last second, I ducked and turned out of the way, using that motion to spin and catch him in the ribs with my sword.

He crumpled sideways, but didn't fall, so I landed a hit in his chest with the basket, knocking him backwards. Then I kicked his sword away and held mine at his throat. He surrendered, and I got his sword. About two weeks later he got the sword back in a poker game with me and our mutual friend.

My girlfriend told me later that she saw him cheating when he was dealing, but I didn't care. I could always challenge him again.


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