#epée

[chaotic-history]

Be gay do escrime 🤺

[polycrews]

94! 95! 97!!! AAAASKSS i mightve already asked some WHOOPS sorry if thats the case lol

IM BEING FORCED TO MAKE A TROLLSONA!!

94

epéekind!!! it’s probably not gonna be very effective but it’s flashy and cool and i HAVE been stabbed in the neck with an epée before and despite the layers of fencing uniform i still took damage. it’s one of those precision weapons i think

95

AGH this is a difficult one. i do not have thoughts about planets very often… i want to say something like Land of Pins and Needles for the sake of the pun. i’d like to say it’s quest is something about precision and deduction, because. because finding a. finding a needle in a haystack [insert laughtrack here]. god i wanna expand on this concept now

97

unsure! i’d legally be an oliveblood, but i’ve never thought very much about castes. teal sounds the most correct, but it’s hard to say.

[infosisraelnews]

Abattus et brûlés : le massacre des enfants dans les kibboutzim le 7 octobre - c'est ainsi que les horribles preuves ont été recueillies

Il y a un an, 27 enfants âgés de 0 à 17 ans ont été abattus et brûlés le jour du massacre du  octobre. C’est selon les données de la police israélienne. 93 enfants et adolescents ont été kidnappés, blessés et assassinés. Le chef adjoint Dodi Katz, commandant de la 433rd Blade Cyber ​​​​Unit, s’est vu confier la tâche de démanteler les preuves des éléments dans le domaine de la criminalistique…

[mangacultes80]

Princesse Saphir (Set Galeries)

Si vous Désirez encore plus de Wallpapers je vous conseiller de aller Visiter le Blog La Malle Au Manga-culte et bien d'autre section serons ajoutée tous le long de cette été avant la Rentrée…

[lobakartdesign]

(via T-shirt classique « Fantasy sombre des années 2000 » par lobak)

[shilohta]

Afghgfd deepest apologies you are so cool and so brave for risking having people bonk you on the head with a sword

"And they were foils!"

"Oh my god they were foils"

[yermes]

PAC: are you sad, horny, and struggling through finals week? Well heres a reading 4 u 📚 🫐🪞💡

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

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Le Six De Coupe 🫖

Le passé

Babe use to past mistakes to learn and grow and to thrive during finals week rather than fall to the challenge. Use ypur joy and excitement of ypur current work to carry you through and not to dwell on the past you are done and you will succeed. The past that lingers over your shoulder will fall to joy and you will use your memories of finals week past to thrive.

La Force 🦁

You WILL rise to the challenge of finals and be unafraid for you are prepared to succeed. Learning is a process and like most processes, what makes its beautiful and meaningful is its end. You will have an overall successful finals week.

Le quatre d’ epée ☕️

Solitude

Listen no one fucks with finals week. Your room is a mess, you have no social life, you are literally locked away studying your lil brain out and you feel lost and hopeless. Take that break, take that nap, get a treat with your friends. You are being forced into solitude by finals but you do not have to succumb to the condition of it.

Extras:

Story/vent:

THANK YOU TO MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND WHO GIFTED ME THIS DECK!

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

fencer things i hc the team as doing:

seiji is one of those people who do the little high jumps before the start of a bout and who are bouncing back and forth during it

aiden and eugene flick on their own foot to check whether all the electrical is working, meanwhile harvard/seiji hit the ground outside the strip

nicholas doesn't scream during high tension points but he does gesture/pump his fist/ect.

eugene and aiden instead do scream (to harvard's dismay). seiji only screams at the end of an important bout like a final.

harvard for sure gives firm handshakes at the end of a match and does the full greeting before (a little sloppy bc no one does it perfectly) (except for seiji who does it perfectly)

eugene hugs/high fives other athletes he knows at the end of a bout, no matter who wins or who looses

eugene is also a wrist/foot hitter (canon amazing accuracy) and is strong enough to knock a blade to the side easily. he also rarely bounces his blade and has a very firm stance

nicholas accidentally hits the ground an embarassing amount of times (and the score table, and the score machine, and gets tangled in people's cables/gloves)

aiden doesn't try to get into close combat situations but when he does he is very good at drawing his blade out and hitting once, cleanly

nicholas on the other hand does riposte after riposte and it WORKS. he understands very well the "it's not over until the referee says something" rule

aiden loves a bitch ass everyone-will-hate-you move like a third disengagement and flick to the back. or a flick to the wrist. or a flèche right at the beginning of a bout

coach is the kind to smile and go shake the hands of both the rival coach and fencer, only to turn around and rip the team's performance to pieces

but also, she's the kind to grab the waterbottle of whoever is fencing during the one minute pause and have them drink while she explains tactic changes (without an epée in hand, just directly with her arm)

eugene is the type to hit everyone in the foot/shin when he's walking by to get their attention

similarly aiden and harvard are poking each other when either are fencing non-serious bouts, nicholas tried to do so once with seiji and was immediately destroyed by a glare with the power of a thousand suns (all during practice ofc)

aiden is a feinter extraordinaire. harvard is one of the few who never follows these feints/lounges past them (other than seiji who is just a great fencer)

aiden has been yellow carded for having his hair poke out from his mask before, meanwhile harvard is likely to be yellow carded for the one minute inaction rule. nicholas is most likely to get yellow carded for close combat. eugene and seiji understand the damn rules and don't get carded often

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 5 juillet 1810, (1071): Habit habillé. Chapeau à Plumet. Epée à poignée d'Acier. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Standing man dressed in a 'habit habillé', consisting of a habit à la Françause with a very high collar, vest and culottes. Wrinkled jabot and cuffs. Neckerchief and stockings. Under the arm a hat with a plume. On the left a sword with a steel handle. Further accessories: breloque, flat shoes with square buckles. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Pierre de la Mésangère, Paris, 1797-1839.

[dapurinthos]

psst. psst. come closer.

closer.

yes close enough now.

nic gillard has a youtube channel, where he has graciously converted (from film!) the choreography tests for revenge of the sith, such as the original way the 4 (down to mace V. quickly) vs palpatine fight was going to go, an early version of the rots anakin vs dooku, a bunch of work from the anakin vs obi-wan fight.

Ugh how do write fight scenes?! This fight is kicking MY butt right now

[kitabasis]

I wish fencing/HEMA in general was more ubiquitous…I have a mighty need to swing an epée around. Hell, I’d even accept a saber at this point.

[iffeelscouldkill]

Lost in a Familiar Place pt. 3

(Aka the 'Nicholas never applied to Kings Row' AU)

A/N: This AU now has a name! The title is taken from the song 'Ghosts of My Hometown' by The Strike, which is a Nicholas song if I've ever heard one. It's all about not really being able to leave your past behind, and coming to terms with the ghosts of where you came from. Also, I feel like the phrase "lost in a familiar place" fits well with an AU where Nicholas is a stranger in a place that, in another life, would be familiar.

If you haven't read these, check out Part 1 and Part 2!

Nicholas swallowed, wondering if he was about to experience death by epée on the spot. He didn’t know national #2 Seiji Katayama had this kind of temper. “Uh, look, it wasn’t for long or anything, but I saw some moments where I would’ve gone for a hit. If it were me.”

Seiji stared squinty-eyed at Nicholas like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Who are you?” he said.

“Uh, I’m-”

“This is Nicholas.” Suddenly Aiden was draping an arm around Nicholas’ shoulders and smiling warmly. “He’s an external spectator today.”

Nicholas noticed that Aiden had suddenly acquired the ability to remember his name. He had a hunch that Aiden’s friendly behaviour had more to do with riling up Seiji than with him, though. “Uh, yeah.” He stuck out a hand for Seiji to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

Seiji looked distrustful, but shook his hand. “I’ve never seen you at a competition before.”

“I was at Regionals six months ago,” Nicholas said. “I fenced Kyle Allen in the first round.”

One eyebrow went up. “So you lost. And you think you could find holes in my defence?”

Nicholas had nothing to prove to this arrogant, condescending guy, but he felt annoyance rising anyway.  “I could prove it if given the chance. Maybe you’re not as infallible as you think you are.”

Seiji’s eyes widened in something like irate disbelief, and next to him, Bobby made a small squeaking noise. That was when Aiden decided to stick his oar in.

“Seiji, weren’t you saying the other day that you don’t really have anyone here that challenges you?”

Seiji clenched his jaw and glared at Aiden. “As if I’m going to fence any amateur who just wanders in here and-”

“That’s enough,” Coach Williams’ voice came like a whipcrack, making everyone in the vicinity jump guiltily. “Can I remind you that we are in the middle of a fencing practice? I expect you all to focus on the task at hand.”

There was a round of “Yes Coach,” and “Sorry Coach,” from the assembled fencers. Nicholas mumbled, “Sorry, Coach,” along with the others, even though Coach Williams technically wasn’t his coach. But you didn’t cross a fencing coach.

“Everyone who’s not a member of the team, I want you to practice footwork,” Coach Williams said. “You know the drill; find a partner, and each of you take turns advancing and retreating, then switch. Focus on your feet.”

Given their orders, the students who had been looking on began to disperse. Bobby gave Nicholas an apologetic grimace and paired up with a dark-haired boy of medium height.

“Nicholas,” Coach said, and Nicholas straightened up, rigid, in anticipation of the dressing-down he was sure was coming. “You’re here as a guest, and not as a member of the student body.”

Nicholas winced at the reminder. “I know, I-”

“But,” Coach Williams continued over him, “we have a spare set of gear in the supply room that should fit you.” Nicholas blinked at her. “If you’d like to take part, you may – but I expect nothing less than scrupulous conduct and sportsmanship from you. Am I making myself clear?”

Speechless, Nicholas nodded. The words, I get to fence???! were exploding somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Yes, Coach. I understand,” he said, almost vibrating with excitement. Seiji Katayama’s expression darkened even more, and Nicholas beamed at him. Was he really about to fence-

“Aiden,” Coach said, and Aiden turned to her. “I want you to partner with Nicholas. You’ll spar a practice match, first to 10 points. Eugene and Seiji will do the same; Harvard, you’ll referee.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’m the one who should-” Aiden began, but a look from Harvard made him subside. “Yes, Coach.”

Even dressed in borrowed fencing whites (which did fit him well) and standing in a fencing salle he barely belonged in, Nicholas felt amazing as he took up a position across from Aiden on the piste. This was it. This was what he lived for – the chance to fence.

Since he’d started learning with Coach Joe – finally putting those years of devouring every fencing video he could find into practice – Nicholas quickly realised that nothing compared to the feeling of standing on the piste with a foil in his hand.

(Even when the piste was actually the community hall floor. It still felt awesome).

Fencing at Regionals had been even more incredible. He’d felt like he’d arrived. Even losing in his very first round to an ass like Kyle Allen hadn’t been able to dampen it.

Aiden seemed to be sizing him up, and then he smiled. It wasn’t the same cutthroat smile that he’d given Seiji before they fenced, but it wasn’t completely friendly either. “Sorry about this,” he said. “I did originally have a more… pleasurable plan for today.”

“Fencing’s pleasurable,” Nicholas pointed out.

Aiden’s lips quirked into a slightly disbelieving smirk. “Right.”

The match began. Aiden was, as Nicholas had seen, a skilled fencer, and Nicholas was unable to parry his first two hits. Right afterwards, Nicholas got a hit past his guard, and Aiden looked surprised, like he hadn’t seen it coming. Like a lot of right-handed fencers, Aiden wasn’t as good at blocking or predicting moves from the left. Nicholas knew he could press his advantage there.

He attacked, fast and aggressive. Aiden was clearly adapting to his approach, making it more difficult for Nicholas to get through, but he still didn’t seem able to predict exactly where Nicholas would attack from. By the time Coach called the first break, Nicholas had scored two hits to Aiden’s four.

As they paused to catch their breath, Aiden said, “Of course, I know I’m not the one you’d rather be fencing right now.”

Nicholas frowned quizzically at him. Aiden continued, “You and Seiji had some real… tension just then. That was interesting. I could almost see the sparks flying.”

Nicholas glanced over at Seiji, but he was focused on sparring with Eugene. “You seem like you don’t really get along with Seiji,” he commented. “Why’s that?”

Aiden snorted and gave an airy shrug. “Seiji’s an excellent fencer,” he said. “But you’ve met him. He’s not really a ‘team’ guy.”

“Are you?”

Aiden blinked at Nicholas. “Sorry?”

“You were planning to skip practice, even though you’re on the team,” Nicholas pointed out. “But Seiji’s here.” Even though, as the national number two-ranked fencer, he probably had a better excuse than anyone to skip practice – or train on his own. Nicholas didn’t really like Seiji’s attitude, but he didn’t think Aiden was one to be preaching about teamwork.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed, but Coach Williams cut in. “Less talking, more fencing, boys.”

They took up their positions again, and almost immediately, Nicholas scored a hit. Aiden had been over-extended, and not just briefly; it felt like a glaring mistake from someone who was clearly a competent fencer. Aiden said nothing, just narrowed his eyes; he quickly took two more points. But even when he managed to pull ahead, Nicholas was there, narrowing the gap again.

By the second break, the score was 7-6 to Aiden. Nicholas was only one point behind a skilled older fencer who represented a high school at state competitions. The excitement coursed through him like electricity.

As they pulled off their masks, Aiden looked disgruntled for a fraction of a second, but it quickly smoothed away. “I feel like I should warn you,” he said, sounding apologetic. “Seiji’s not going to go easy on you because you’re a rookie. The guy doesn’t hold back, ever. Even when it’s just a practice match.”

“Not like you, you mean?” Nicholas asked. He didn’t need or want Aiden to go easy on him, but even from the brief time they’d known each other, Aiden didn’t strike him as the type of guy who gave things his all if he could help it. He just projected this air of coasting through life. It wasn’t the kind of thing Nicholas really found attractive, but Aiden had been charming, and well. It had been a while since anyone paid him attention in that way.

Aiden shrugged theatrically. “I’d just hate to see you get railroaded,” he said. “Very few people have the ability to hold their own against Seiji. Mind you, I did.” He delivered this last revelation almost as an afterthought.

Nicholas stared at him. “What do you mean?” Watching the two of them fence, it hadn’t seemed like Aiden was in Seiji’s league at all.

“Oh, yes, Seiji lost to me in the try-outs for the fencing team,” Aiden said, with a smirk. “It happens. But he didn’t take it very well.” He made a show of putting his mask back on in response to Coach Williams’ pointed glare.

Aiden had beaten Seiji. Aiden had beaten Seiji. And Nicholas was almost level with him in a sparring match. Even if it was just a practice – then if Nicholas could beat Aiden, it felt… like he could almost be on an equal footing with Seiji.

A calm and a focus descended over Nicholas that he hadn’t really found before. He tried to think and act quickly in his fencing matches, but trying to do something wasn’t the same as doing it, and he hadn’t reached the point yet where instinct would just take over. He knew he was fast, but there was still that disconnect between what he sensed and saw and how his body acted. It could be frustrating.

Now, though, it was like he could deconstruct his opponent at a speed he’d never experienced, Aiden’s weak points mapped out and highlighted. He could remember what had worked before and apply those tactics. And he was fast. His technique had holes in it; Kyle had had the experience to exploit those at Regionals, though he still wasn’t able to fend off Nicholas completely. And Nicholas was always learning.

Aiden attacked, but Nicholas read his movement and parried, then countered with a hit past Aiden’s guard. And another. 8-7.

Aiden scored a hit that Nicholas wasn’t anticipating by kind of flicking his blade – the flick sailed past his guard in a way that was extremely annoying, but Nicholas was also intrigued. That seemed like a neat attack.

They were neck and neck at 8 points each, and the next person to score a hit would be one point away from winning. Nicholas saw an opening. Attacked. Scored. 9-8.

Nicholas became aware that they had an audience. Maybe had had one for a while – the match between Eugene and Seiji had already concluded, and together with Harvard, they’d come to spectate.

Seiji’s attention was laser-focused on Nicholas. If Nicholas could just win this next point, he-

Aiden exploited an opening in Nicholas’ guard, scoring a hit to his wrist. Damn. But they were neck and neck; as long as Nicholas kept fencing like he knew he could–

Aiden went in for the attack – but just as Nicholas had expected, there was a slight turn in his body that left his shoulder open to a hit–

10-9.

Nicholas had won.

Coach Williams’ whistle blew, and she looked genuinely approving as she said, “Well done, Nicholas.” Then she added, “Aiden, I have some notes for things to focus on in our next practice sessions.”

Aiden pulled off his mask and faced Harvard, who greeted him with a raised eyebrow. “You lost?”

“It was just a practice match!” Aiden protested. “I was giving Nicholas the chance to improve.”

“Right.”

“Hey, nice fencing!” This was Eugene, who’d been fencing Harvard before and had just fenced Seiji. He gave Nicholas a friendly punch to the shoulder that was a little bit painful. “Where did you come from, again? Coach didn’t really say.”

Nicholas opened his mouth to explain, but just then, someone took hold of his shoulder in an iron grip. Nicholas looked into the glowering visage of Seiji Katayama. “You’ll fence me next,” he said.

Now with Part 4!

[queer-ragnelle]

hi hello.. scuttles up to your tower... do you happen to have a scan of Hunbaut or Le Chevalier aux deux Epées lying around?

Hi! Here is Hunbaut. I don't have the other one, sorry!

[biwitchofthewest]

Ok so ground rules, aylin plays soccer, and she’s a goalkeeper. Shadowheart and Isobel are both fencers, Shadowheart uses a sabre while Isobel uses an epée.

Lae’zel is a triple jumper. And I’ll come up with the rest if/when they eventually show up in the AU.

[so-you-melted-22]

Why do they never televise epée fencing?? This is so fantastic to watch!!

[k00321695]

Movement Primary Sources: Gear

Epée

Foil

Saber

Pistol grip- better used for piercing (aka hell on earth it hurts my hands so much)

Normal grip on foil (left), Sabre grip (right) (beautiful, non evil grip my beloved)- better used for slicing

Face mask

clothing (I was not putting in that god forsaken glove)