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As part of "yay I have a job and a life again" I have been fencing. The sad lack of competitions anywhere I can get to has meant I hadn't competed since the Shropshire (where I got no points). But the MOFT was on, and I always do the MOFT, so off I went.
Now, the MOFT had a tiny problem this year - I was not the only person coming back from an absence so there were a bunch of people with no ranking that normally had one so the pools were gleefully wonky.
The first pool went well. I won 2 and lost 3, but one of those losses was the best I'd fenced for a long while. One of the wins was over bambino from awkward London club, who I only beat because I am old, sneaky and evil.
Cue the near endless wait for the second round of pools. And me wailing when it did get called. Mostly mock wailing, because the entry level was good enough that I would have had a difficult pool no matter what. It was a very difficult pool. But fun. Lots of fast people, lots of swordfighting. I even managed to win one match!
Anyway, after that I was drawn against [name redacted but the same as a famous monster]. I asked K, who is from the same reason as [redacted], for advice, information and the usual. K comes out with "she's the one who dislocated my knee, but don't worry."
Now I knew how it happened, but I did wonder how do you dislocate someone's knee with a foil! Now I know. My knee is fine, don't worry, but I've got one hell of bruise, right where K's knee would be. But yes, that could have been painful. I lost, not just because of that, but I finished in the points anyway (because they actually marked the mid-tournament abandon as an abandon, not a scratch, because the MOFT organisers know what they're doing).
So yes. It could have gone better but I am pleased with my result.
Now, the MOFT had a tiny problem this year - I was not the only person coming back from an absence so there were a bunch of people with no ranking that normally had one so the pools were gleefully wonky.
The first pool went well. I won 2 and lost 3, but one of those losses was the best I'd fenced for a long while. One of the wins was over bambino from awkward London club, who I only beat because I am old, sneaky and evil.
Cue the near endless wait for the second round of pools. And me wailing when it did get called. Mostly mock wailing, because the entry level was good enough that I would have had a difficult pool no matter what. It was a very difficult pool. But fun. Lots of fast people, lots of swordfighting. I even managed to win one match!
Anyway, after that I was drawn against [name redacted but the same as a famous monster]. I asked K, who is from the same reason as [redacted], for advice, information and the usual. K comes out with "she's the one who dislocated my knee, but don't worry."
Now I knew how it happened, but I did wonder how do you dislocate someone's knee with a foil! Now I know. My knee is fine, don't worry, but I've got one hell of bruise, right where K's knee would be. But yes, that could have been painful. I lost, not just because of that, but I finished in the points anyway (because they actually marked the mid-tournament abandon as an abandon, not a scratch, because the MOFT organisers know what they're doing).
So yes. It could have gone better but I am pleased with my result.
