That's gonna leave a mark

A Dreamtime post

This morning, I had a dream that we were at a party with a bunch of people and some guy in the SCA was talking about his secret rank as one of the prince's bodyguards and how he could totally take any and all comers in a fight.

Well, as I'm sure you can imagine, I'm not going to let that rest. Longish story short, the guy grabed this wierd wooden sword that's curved and bent, a lot like the handle of a sickle and swung for me. I ducked, caught the sword, and twisted it so that while I was beating him with his own sword, I also disarmed him.

After the sword's no longer a factor, I hit him in a couple pressure points, then dropped my hands to the floor so I could launch my feet into his chest. So that ended that fight. But then the guy tried to recruit me to join the freakin' SCA. He told me all bout how this was the first time he had ever lost a fight, and how he hadn't just lost, but been destroyed, and on and on. I gave him a polite "no thank you," then invited him to class.