FIGHTING IN ARMOUR
We are six guards ready to give
battle,
Because we completely know that art,
And this
art includes the complete truth:
Poleax, sword and dagger to great
extreme.
And here we'll explain how this art happens:
Masters and
students will do it without lying.
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I'm the short guard, the snake,
I have a sharp point to
go through harnesses. |
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I am the guard called the true cross
Ready for strikes
and thrusts. |
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I am the upper snake, I leveled out great thrusts;
I
also protect against strikes Those hits are nothing for me.
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I am the middle iron door,
Always ready to throw away
great thrusts. |
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I am the guard of the arrow
Good for hitting and
protecting. |
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I am the guard of the bastard cross,
Not slow to make my
techniques. |
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From this parry I believe I can hurt anybody,
According
to what you will see the masters do. |
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From the master's parry comes this thrust,
And the next
techniques that well follow. |
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You will go to the ground for the weak of my sword,
And
you'll be lucky if I don't do you worse. |
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You feel that I have my sword behind your neck
And I'll
show you death on the ground. |
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If I turn around close on the left
You'll lose your
sword from your right hand. |
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I hurt your hand, well you can feel it,
And now I could
hit your face with the pommel |
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Here I hurt your hands to come to close range,
And so
hard that the harness won't protect you. |
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By holding you I'll throw you to the ground,
And with my
tip I'll cause great damage. |
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And you'll leave the sword with your left hand
And
you'll go to the ground with my entry. |
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This hold secures me your sword:
Mine is free, yours is
captured;
And for the fourth technique of the poleax
The
sword goes through the harness. |
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I am the short guard, the snake, poleax in hand:
If the
tip does not fail me, I'll deceive you. |
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I am the strong guard of the cross:
No poleax hit, nor
thrusts will hurt me. |
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I am the guard of the woman of pure loyalty:
Wide hits I
do beyond measure. |
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I am the guard of the wild boar, full of ardor:
Poleax
pounding does nothing to me. |
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I have hit your poleax to the ground,
And right away
mine will be in your face. |
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From the wild boar I have raised my poleax
And with that
I have hit your face. |
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I have lifted your visor, you feel it,
And with my
poleax I'll break your teeth. |
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Because of my hand, which I put under your arm,
With a
strong key I'll cause you much damage. |
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With this hold I will turn fast:
You'll lose your poleax
and mine will hurt your head. |
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