I got to fight...

I scooped this off my live journal page, duplicating in both places. Still need to talk about Ages, still need to do a proper fight-evaluation thingie. But this was last night.

The drive with Luce, John and Jacques was quick and properly talkative. We got up there, though, to find the bathrooms were closed. No potties meant an uncomfortable Sorcha, who would have bared her sports bra in the car but yeah. Wasn't going to try to fight with a full bladder. About to whine to Luce to go to the nearest gas station, we were saved by a very nice couple across the street, whose nephew was kitting out for the first time. Yeah! Potty and a private place to change clothes!

So I warmed up with someone I cannot remember who, and then played with Emmie for a while. She's in training mode. I fought someone else but we were all waiting for melee at this point. Sir Tom wanted to work us through some things. And we did. The adrenaline did not kick in until about the third pass of a two on one melee drill. We also did a lot of work on guarding the ford against each other. That was awesome fun, esp as the folks teaching told us what they wanted to see, then after the battle told us how we had done in good detail. Mostly the spears and longer polearms were to be blocked down or swept to one side and held there by one of a team, so the other could kill. We worked on sheilds moving from defending the spears to doing pulse charges and advances. Staying and protecting your wing man at the right time, charging the right times.

I smell that my rib is ready to eat, then a quick shower and bed. I'm gtired, I'm happy. Always good in Nordskogen. I still need to talk about Ages, but later....