[Bordermarch] Sunday Fighter Practice

[Lathrop, Dave]

Greetings Bordermarch,

Sunday's fighter practice was a little shy of Dons, there were only four present, but all went well despite that handicap.
It was hot but the sporadic breezes really chilled things down.
We think Lord Zane melted.

During practice, HE Elisabeth and I were graciously gifted some very fine mead from the brew-house of Bear, Cat and Don Isaac. I placed the bottles in the car to hide them from Sir Simonn, but I forgot that mead was made with honey; it attracted bees.

M'Lord James of the Orange donned his new handcrafted heavy armor of scale and looked quite spiffy!
His knot-work used to lace the lamellar together was top-notch. His next project will be to deck out the exterior of his armors metal pieces with rubberized bed-liner to help absorb the blows.
M'Lord James discovered that padding on the inside of the armor helps to keep one's skin from peeling off one's neck during the fight.

M'Lord Beau introduced a new Mom and her son to the group, I know their names but I'm saving them for a later date, and then put a boffer weapon in the young man's hand. M'Lord Beau explained the rules of engagement to the young man and then commenced to show him the basics of the board and sword, the young man ATE-IT-UP!

HE Elisabeth asked me to steal a cold bottle of H2O from M'Lord Thomas's cooler, but I refused to do the dirty deed myself but I did ask Don Ericus to do it; he set to the task without hesitation. He presented the H2O to HE Elisabeth with much more flair and panache than I ever could have.

Lady Paddy Wack once again complained about her tooth sweating, and kept shouting at the other fighters, "You can't handle the Tooth!, You can't handle the Tooth!".

As we were driving home from fighter practice HE Elisabeth suddenly burst into a screaming fit and began slapping wildly at her inner thighs! I became frightened and excited at the same time. I could not tell if it was my exceptional driving skills that were working her into a frenzy or if she was getting ready to brain-punch me!
When she finally caught her breath she shouted that there were bees crawling all over her legs, the very same legs that just happen to be straddling the honey mead that I had earlier placed on the passenger side floor mat. Her slapping did not rid the car of all the bees because I had to slap myself in the side of the head on my way to work this morning when a bee flew into my sideburn!

HE Santiago