The Sound Of Battle
While I was back in Texas, I managed to catch the tail end of a fighter practice for the local shire, Black Lake. It’s part of the Society for Creative Anachronisms. I really wanted to catch the whole thing, but the loss of a phone number, the failure of a cell phone, and other commitments made me very late for the fighter practice.
I didn’t get into armor, but I really wanted to get out there and try my rusty skills against some of the best in the Kingdom of Ansteorra. Even though I didn’t get to fight, I still got to watch a few good friends practice with one another. I had forgotten how much I miss the sound of sword on shield. The ring of a a helm from a clean head shot, and the shuffle of feet across the grassy lands.
It really made me start to itch for getting back into armor, but I’m not sure that I’ll have the time for such a thing. I’m already too busy with so many other things as it is right now. Maybe… yeah… I keep telling myself “Maybe, someday” for lots of things. Perhaps I’ll actually sit down and put in the effort necessary to get the time to get out and be more active.
I really miss the sound of battle.
