About time, you were supposed to cut it the other day.
*hands you something to eat, this way at least you won't be moaning*
*plunges my sword between yours and your hand to make you drop it*
shit, shit, shit, I audibly say before grabbing the blade between my teeth.
*is swung around, blood from my no-more-legs spilling everywhere, lets go off blade as a strategic moment to fall on your head, sword pointing towards your eye*
*leans forward quickly, your sword brushing the back of my head and giving me an intense buzz cut down the middle of my hairline and cutting the back of my shirt in half*
*donkey kicks you backwards and turns around to prepare for the final blow*
Wait that's illegal
*grabs the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling on the way back to the wall*
*swings and cuts your right shoulder in the process*
*uses my last experience as a fakir to not feel the giant toothpicks hurting me* *eats your shoulder for extra life points and rolls towards you super fast to make you trip on your sword*
And he always is willing to give advice and is always so upbeat it is rare to see him gloomy and when he is he loves it lol
His wife would adore that you are friends with him so if you wanted a guys night out she tell him have fun. Instead of like some women who would nag him for “always” having guys nights.
He would call you out on being a bad friend but they way he say it make it sound like he isn’t mad just fell you could do better.
He say “don’t be a bad sport.”
Or “that’s a bad turn old bean.”
Yup. With @Famousone. ;)
I trained in Pekiti Tirsia Kali. Single sword, two swords, knife, two knives, and staffs were what I was taught. It was awesome. I was becoming ambidextrous.
It was when I showed up.
It's an amazing martial art. Sweet history too. When the Phillipines were occupied they developed this art but hid it as a dance so they'd train in large groups using sticks and be practicing strikes and steps for actual combat.
En garde!
*unsheathes my weapon*
*spoiiiing*
*jumps forward and aims at a knee*
*swirls as gracefully as possible to avoid the blow*
*hands you something to eat, this way at least you won't be moaning*
*plunges my sword between yours and your hand to make you drop it*
*wild swing at the sides of the legs*
Aha! Then I shall do this!
*swings wildly at your entire body*
*is swung around, blood from my no-more-legs spilling everywhere, lets go off blade as a strategic moment to fall on your head, sword pointing towards your eye*
*donkey kicks you backwards and turns around to prepare for the final blow*
*hits a wall and springs back towards you like an angry, swordy boomerang*
*grabs the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling on the way back to the wall*
*swings and cuts your right shoulder in the process*
For now let's give a rest to the poor people who received 50 notifications because we were fighting See you for the next battle :)
His wife would adore that you are friends with him so if you wanted a guys night out she tell him have fun. Instead of like some women who would nag him for “always” having guys nights.
He would call you out on being a bad friend but they way he say it make it sound like he isn’t mad just fell you could do better.
He say “don’t be a bad sport.”
Or “that’s a bad turn old bean.”
I trained in Pekiti Tirsia Kali. Single sword, two swords, knife, two knives, and staffs were what I was taught. It was awesome. I was becoming ambidextrous.
It's an amazing martial art. Sweet history too. When the Phillipines were occupied they developed this art but hid it as a dance so they'd train in large groups using sticks and be practicing strikes and steps for actual combat.