Rapier and Dagger, The English Way.

In keeping with our English focus- my esteemed and honourable Maestro and myself have been looking at Swetnam's rapier and dagger. Swetnam is quite a character, he has more hits in Google for his misogynist ranting than he has for his book on stabbing people. This book follows in what appears to be a tradition in English fighting manuals for waffling on somewhat (I've only looked at two, but it's a 100% hit rate so far... Silver pretty much forgot that he was writing a book about fighting. )

Swetnam is also a blasted idiot. Or innumerate. Or using a different method of measure than normal human beings. Or a blasted idiot.

Anyway, I digress: I'll come to that again, later, once I've finished reading his book.

This one is more difficult for me to read, mostly because I don't have a physical copy and I'm working from a PDF, partially because the scan is less than perfect, and partially because I have to keep changing from thinking in diuerse ways like thif to modern typography. Something I find easy when making notes by hand.

I like books and in a perfect world, I'd read this over a few pints then come back and make notes from the important parts.

Anyway- It can get confusing, let's take this:

When thou dost practise with thy friend or companion; at the first get thy backe to the wall, and let him that playeth with thee stand about twelve foote distance , and set thy left heel close to the wall , and thy right foot heele to the great joynte of the left foote great toe.....

He goes on a bit but doesn't really say what the purpose of this is or what to do after that, except to get proper technique for the lunge. Your sword is about 3 and a half feet long, your pace is about the same. You might make 9 feet if you start with your arm in a half-reasonable guard.

I'm just starting my third year of this stuff and I've been bouncing about, watching some people, joining in other lessons and this sounds roughly like Dave Rawling's introduction to time and distance (or whatever he calls it). Your partner stands well out of distance and walks towards you. You strike when he's in range.

This is a far more sensible way to interpret this than a 12 foot lunge (the length of a snooker table). However, this is merely an educated guess that sounds more likely than an extra 3 feet of stabbyness appearing from thin air. Swetnam does not give you the information needed to make that interpretation.

I'm glad I'm not one of the poor sods translating things from medieval Italian.

Here comes the sun.

Holy shit it feels good to be back.

Unfortunately a combination of Real Life and the winter has kept me away from the blades for far too long. The evenings are getting longer and staying dry so now our informal sessions are starting up again. As I've mentioned, this is a scattered interest. Popular worldwide but it's a bugger finding a local group. Running a formal group means you have to hire a hall and make sure you've got the insurance and all of that. Not that much of a problem if you have enough people to cover the costs of the hall and storage (trust me, carrying 2 sets of swords is enough without the masks and padding). I live in a city, having a place with a garden big enough to hold a lesson is a minor miracle, indoors? out of the question.

If I wanted to spend £40 a week on a hobby that leaves me breathless and feeling a bit sick, I'd smoke cloves. So, until my lottery winnings come in, we're reliant on weather.

This break has lead me to ask one question. King's Cross is now a fully functioning international train station- How can one tourist with a pull suitcase the size of my book pocket take up more space than me with a sodding huge bag of swords? OK two... why can't I stab them?

Breaking silence

Unfortunately I have had some real world issues that have prevented me from enjoying HEMA. The worst has passed but I will be erratic until I have finished making adjustments to my new lifestyle. Or maybe spring, when outdoor training is more pleasant and practical.

Mr Charles Stross, would you care to step forward?

I picked up Halting State today, it's a book set in a world where Augmented and Virtual Realities are commonplace and Real World people have been called in to investigate an MMORPG bankjob. It's first film matrixy but English and real. Anyway, I've not brought this up as a book review.

What grabbed my attention was a fight scene with Augmented Reality (for those not in the know, the software is just coming into mainstream mainly through the iPhone- the GPS and inbuilt video camera work to create an overlay to your reality.) In this case AR was used to increase the realism of a swordfight. Below is an extract:

"'Your mother wears army boots!'

You're not sure that's the right thing to say to a late fifteenth-century main battle tank, but he takes it in the spirit you intended- and more importantly he spots you changing guard, lowering the point of your sword. And he goes for you immediately, nothing subtle about it, just a diagonal swing, pivoting forward so he can slice a steak off you.

Of course, this is what you expected when you twisted your wrist....... You dip your pont and grab your blade with your left hand, blocking him with a clang...... You're using sword like a short stabbing spear now- and hook the tip into his armpit like a one-and-a-half-kilo can-opener while hooking his knee with your left foot.

Unlike a modern main battle tank, the old fashioned version can fall on its arse".

Later, the AR works to show the efficiency of a hit and projects blood all over the place. The tech to build that into fencing masks is quite some time away, but it's a fantastic idea.

However, a few things struck me:

"Thirty seconds of combat feels like thirty minutes at the gym or three hours slaving over a hot spreadsheet"

"... when you either did dress-up re-enactment or actual martial arts (and never the twain shall meet)"


"... and stuff it in your briefcase with the usual: pen, iPod, your father's antique pocket calculator, and a dog-eared copy of Tobler's manual of sword fighting that you borrowed from Matthew"

Mr Stross also technobabbles D20 gaming, LARP, Renactment, the embarrassment for all of this. He hits the nail on the head too often- I suspect he is One Of Us.

In which case, I must say: Hey lazerlips, your momma was a snowblower.

Fehlungs, nothing more than Fehlungs.

Now this is interesting... Well, to me at least.

The Great Triangulation is getting a new and interesting tool. I am not a fan of steel longsword sparring. The more I look at my own motives, it's probably because the affordable options are really tools for drilling rather than fighting. They look great, but being the frilly shirted rapier monkey I am, the low-end steel longswords don't have enough flex in the thrust for me to be happy about using them. This is a problem they share with the other aspects of the Triangulation. I don't think I'll be as interested in longsword as I am in rapier, but that may change if the introductory tools are good enough.

The thing is, I've been privvy to some development. I've not said anything because my opinion on what makes a good longsword simulator is worthless. I don't know if it feels right on the swing. I can't tell you if the way it binds is correct. All I can say is if I like it or not.

The Saturday Scrappers have been trying to fill in some gaps. Our experiences at FightCamp have shown us where we can get better and we've been examining that for the past month. The general consensus (aided by objective comparisons using the rapier) is that we need a different viewpoint. I've mentioned "the bind" in previous entries, this experience is not important once you understand it and have internalised it. However, you need to know how these things would happen.

Our current simulators are bouncy- the reason for that is because they harm less. Unfortunately it makes it difficult to pin your opponent's sword- a good parry will aid your opponent, he will know that any defence will be strong and the good response will be a weak one. (or whatever the Italian version is)

As ever, and as it should be, the thing you are actually holding in your hand is what dictates your actions. The Knight Shop has been working with a Mr Dave Rawlings (you may have seen him on TV recently, beating the crap out of a green beret) to produce a median tool.

I managed to play with these briefly last month, I had no opinion because I did not know what a bad version of these plastic wasters felt like. The Saturday Scrappers have bad versions, they bind well, but everything else is wrong. A good block should not reverberate through your shoulderblades, but the binding acted nicely- to the point where I would "lose" a parry and "win" a cross. The problem with the early generations of plastic wasters is that they are early generations. We're bug fixing, if you like- in fact, that is where my involvement came in. Mr Rawlings and the Knight Shop have asked for a wide sample of people to beta test the new hardware. The first round of testing happened at FightCamp and there was a second round a few weeks ago for people who really knew what they were doing.

The Knight Shop has been working with the community (sometimes asking very old questions) and trying to figure out where the gaps in the weapons are. Mr Rawlings is a perfectionist when it comes to the art, remarkably focused, and Knows His Stuff.

Everything I've experienced so far, the earlier nylon swords, my use, the conversations with the Scrappers, Mr Rawling's attitude, the people involved with the second round of testing and the proposed price. All of that suggests it will be the median tool.

Tournaments.

My esteemed and honourable maestro is a particular fan of pressure testing and throwing himself into the deep end. It is something he recommends to anyone that will listen. A good way of creating pressure is by entering tournaments, especially with unfamiliar weapons. In fact, the harder you make it for yourself, the better. This is not my way, I am trying to maintain some kind of focus with my fighting. It is too easy to be distracted by all the interesting things to do and end up knowing a little of everything. I will permit myself that distraction once I'm happier with my rapier.

However. One of our Scrappers (I should do something about naming them at some point) bravely embraced his ignorance of the rapier and followed our maestro's example. The first match was painful to watch, he froze and was beaten to within an inch of his dignity and barely out of his corner. Still, every thing is a learning experience.

The second match was much better, he was facing a smallsword- something that is close to an epée in weight, reach and size. This gave him an advantage of around a foot, obviously this gave him the courage to attack and move around. Some strikes landed and when it was all over, he actually looked pretty good. He lost, but he had clawed back some dignity.

I'll be honest, I was expecting the last fight to turn into an absolute bloodbath. Our Stalwart Scrapper was up against Mr N. who graciously came and gave us a little instruction a while ago. Mr N. knows his stuff, whereas our Scrapper knows which end should go in the bad guy. This was a match with rapier and dagger, after all, if you're going to get obliterated you may as well really confuse yourself.

As the air rang with the word 'Fight' I was counting the seconds until the first 10 hits. Expecting our chap to be stabbed, cut, pommelled and disarmed every time he thought about striking. Except this didn't happen. Somehow he had found his game. Mr N. had difficulty predicting what was going to happen because he was up against an inexperienced fighter- the textbook precision of Mr N. was reduced because our fellow didn't read the damn thing. Our chap defended himself very well. In fact, according to one of the judges, he spent a little time in the lead.

So, I say well done our man. You may not have won any of those matches but you should hold your head up high. You did very well, all things considered.

The idea of pressure testing is a great one. Your fight changes utterly in competition, experimentation goes out of the window and you stick with what you have coded into your muscles. I think the orientals have a word for when your mind goes blank and you stop thinking and start fighting. I find this much easier to achieve under pressure- during freeplay/sparring it's about finding new methods and intellectually choosing openings. But a fight is not the time to be thinking, a second's thought is a second you're not protecting yourself.

Fightcamp 2009. Part 1: lessons and thank you's

I have recently arrived home after a weekend of training. The 6th annual FightCamp is currently winding to a halt, the events officially finished yesterday, but there has been socialising and people sleeping on site. Alas, I heeded the psiren call of hot water and soft fluffy pillows and was back yesterday. This may was probably for the best. The bar was lovingly stocked with 3 casks of really nice beers for the first two nights, we drank it dry. Then the bar was restocked with Black Sheep and Adnams. There was no Black Sheep left. My outside is bruised and I don't think my liver could handle any more violence.

Now, Fightcamp more-or-less marks my anniversary in HEMA. I started a few weeks before the last one and I believe it has shaped my vision of the international scene. This year has moved to a new venue, which increased the cost of the 4 days of camping and 3 days of events by 100%. I must say, it's the best £20 I've spent in a long time. In fact, the last event I attended that was this packed, interesting and cheap it was held by the Scouts- and they have a phenomenal amount of funding and facilities compared to us.

Firstly, I should thank Jim and his staff. They were all great. If you need something HEMA based and don't know where to look. Start with the Grange (http://shop.suspensionofdisbelief.co.uk/hema)- the prices are low and the service is brilliant. There were times when you looked at Jim and saw his 10 year old self looking back and thinking "this is sooo cooool". I like Jim.

The next on the list to thank would be Matt Easton and his charming fiancée, Lucy. I can't imagine how tiring and complex organising something like this would be. Still, they managed it without apparently breaking a sweat, although Matt's Godlike powers obviously stop before weather control. His collection of marshals dealt with any problems in a swift and discreet manner, allowing us to get on with the important things in life, like fighting and drinking. Hats off to all involved there- your dedication and insight makes FightCamp the enjoyable event it is.

And finally, thanks to everyone that took part. My partners during lessons were great and I did not have an unenjoyable bout. There were similar grins from the attending Saturday Scrappers. Despite the trecherous ground and some very intense fighting (Sparks flew. Literally), there were few injuries that and seemed to be fingers. Which justifies my preference for complex hilted weapons.

There are two main parts of FightCamp (three if you count the socialising)- Fighting and learning. I decided it would be more productive to learn... well, actually the lessons were so good that I didn't really have the energy to spar. I could have done some sparring today, but everyone was either being careful due to the main tournament or feeling delicate after some enthusiastic socialising.

The highlight of the lessons was (unsurprisingly) Mr Marwood's Bartitsu class. It was engaging, enjoyable and principle based. His teaching style is fantastic, he explains a principle and moves that use the principle and tells you to play with those ideas. (Described by one of the Saturday Scrappers as "here's 100 ways to cause intense pain.. have fun trying them out"). Although there were constant warnings to be careful, and it's obvious why they were needed- even at 1/4 speed there were times when you'd accidentally find your partner on the ground and you have no idea how it happened.

Those of you familiar with Neverwhere will know Mr Croup and Mr Vandemaar, in particular the scene where they are instructing Richard on the force needed to cause pain... well, imagine that scene with a one better dressed person replacing the two. Although, generally lovely, Marwood gives the impression that he would (if provoked) pull your arm off and use it to give you a practical demonstration of force multipliers and why it's better to use the end with the hand rather than the bloody stump.

Everyone I spoke to who took Mr Marwood's lesson on close combat gun use was enthusing about that.

I would like to expand on Mr Stillwell's Gatka instruction but all I got from the Scrapper that attended his lesson was "that's cool. We should get him down for one of our sessions." My dear brother would certainly agree, since Gatka has been interesting him for a while.

My honourable maestro held two classes that went down well, despite a few teething problems with one of the first lessons of the weekend, I believe I've mentioned his style and strengths before so I won't waste valuable space here. This is a mere fraction of the events, there is a lot more to say, but for now I shall just say:

Bloody hell, that was a fantastic weekend.