My first competition. I did better than expected though. Our bladework suck but foot work surpassed most of the rest.
The last bout was unforgettable. Stupid ref was on the the other team's side. Leanard lost 6- nil to a wuss. I lost because the ref didn't know how to precide and so did Leanard. Then it was my turn again. I literally slaughtered the wuss 15-3. I hit him ever 2 seconds and bent my blade to make it as painfully as he can ever imagine. I press him on with a savre's footwork and with the precision of a foilist.
Everyone turned to look at our bout. It's like a madhouse! I'm running wild and mad on a killing rampage just poking at every moment I had, charging and such. Penalties? What penalties? I played fairly, no collision and such, just slaughtering.
Muahaha! Everyone looked at me in awe after the match. To think I slaughtered him 15-3, I felt like god. Even Joel asked me to cool down but who the fuck cares! No one cared if the president is totally wrong.
Damn I enjoyed slaughtering the wuss.
I broke a blade, actually I attacked a NTU student and the thing just snapped in the air and flew abit. I still had the point though. Muahahaha... no you know. Don't ever make me mad. especially if I'm wielding a weapon.
