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sword fighting is our favorite thing to do in the armory when no one is looking. though I lost my thom once when a man attacked me And tried to kill me and another soul, I could not fight for months due to my hands great pain. My cousins were kind to me and helped me learn to hold my sword with out my thom. I began to hold it with two hand instead of one. Finely when I began to fight well again, my cousins wanted me to sword fight my younger brother, and as a result my hand was given great pain when he knocked my sword out of my hand, more then it would have been if I had the thom. The armory is not where we do our sword fighting, we only fool a round when non are looking.I still love sword fighting. I always wear full
medivial armour, because I am from the medieval age. We use wood swords that look like real ones.
Once upon a time, in the enchanting world of the medieval age, there lived a young warrior named Ethan. Sword fighting was not just a pastime for Ethan; it was his passion, his essence. In the grand armory of his ancestral home, Ethan and his cousins would engage in spirited battles when no one was watching.
One fateful day, tragedy struck. As Ethan stood valiantly defending himself and another innocent soul, a nefarious man attacked him with a ferocity Ethan had never encountered before. In the heat of the battle, his beloved sword, Thom, was lost. The pain that surged through Ethan's hands was unimaginable, rendering him unable to wield a weapon for months.
However, amidst the sorrow, Ethan's cousins rallied around him. Determined to restore his skill and courage, they devised a plan to help him overcome the pain. Without his beloved Thom, Ethan had to adapt. Together, they taught him to hold the sword with both hands, a technique allowing for greater stability and control.
Gradually, Ethan's strength returned, inch by agonizing inch. He grew accustomed to wielding a sword without the comfort of his thom, mastering the art of two-handed combat. The moment he began to fight with skill and agility once more, his cousins presented him with a challenge - a duel against his younger brother.
Excitement coursed through Ethan's veins as he stepped onto the makeshift battleground with his brother, clad in full medieval armor. The anticipation was palpable. However, as their wooden swords clashed, a sharp pain shot through Ethan's hand, more intense than he had ever imagined. Without the familiar thom as a buffer, his brother's strike sent his weapon tumbling.
Though defeated in the friendly duel, Ethan's spirit remained unbroken. Through the trials and tribulations, he discovered the true essence of sword fighting - not confined to the grand armory or the pristine battlefield, but in the boundless spirit that resonated within him.
From that day forward, the armory became a sanctuary of laughter and camaraderie once again. Ethan and his cousins continued to hone their skills, their wooden swords mirroring the grandeur of the real ones. They reveled in the joy of the fight, knowing that the true power of swordsmanship lay not in the weapons themselves but in the spirit of those who wielded them.
And so, the gallant warrior Ethan continued his journey, never losing sight of his love for sword fighting. With each passing day, his skill grew, his grip on the sword became firmer. While the pain of losing his thom lingered, he discovered that strength and resilience could overcome any obstacle.
Forever adorned in his medieval armor, Ethan stood tall as a symbol of the unyielding spirit that resides within those who embrace their passions, regardless of the challenges they face. And in the grand armory, where the echoes of laughter and the clash of swords intertwined, Ethan's legacy as a warrior with an indomitable spirit was forever engraved in the annals of history.