I always wanted to learn fencing. Ever since I saw Errol Flynn play Robin Hood in the classic film. I knew it was off base, even as a kid. In the 12th century they didn’t use fencing foils they used big ass two handed swords. But it didn’t matter to me; I wanted to be a swashbuckler. The original heavy swords were used against armor, and with the decline of people wearing armor (gunpowder), lighter, faster weapons like the rapier were developed and carried by the gentry.
Fencing is a sport associated with high culture, mainly because in the heyday of high culture a gentleman was expected to defend himself or the honor of a lady. As the use of the sword diminished in real world situations, the art of the sword remained very much alive but developed into a competitive sport. Fencing is a direct descendant of the duel.
There are many styles of fencing, most notably Italian, French and Hungarian. The original fencing weapons were the Épeé and the Sabre. The Épeé was a pointed rapier while the saber was a military cutting sword. Eventually the Foil was developed as a safer version of the Épeé and is used as the introductory weapon most of the time.
Fencing is an extremely demanding sport. Speed and stamina are huge factors and those not in top physical condition stand little chance. Like most other martial pursuits, footwork plays a very important role in fencing.
There are rules and scoring systems involved but I’d have to look them up and I’m lazy and frankly it’s getting tiresome typing this out. I suppose the point to this, if there is one, is that the sword arts were traditionally taught to the privileged and for the most part it remains that way today.
A few years ago I decided to try fencing just to have some fun. The idea of bringing a sword down on the wrist of an opponent does have a certain appeal. Christ, was it complicated. And absolutely exhausting. It was a very brief affair for me and I’m not generally a quitter. I do have training in martial arts, high level training in fact, and while they don’t have the romance of the sword they are a great deal more practical, and in today’s world they have replaced the rapier when it comes to defense of a gentleman or a lady’s honor.
Martial arts is a topic I don’t like posting about for a multitude of reasons, but I will give the fine readers here a few tips.
Footwork is the most important aspect of fighting. I don’t mean kicking, I mean footwork. Parries, blocks and strikes are intended to be used in conjunction with footwork and I have found over a great many years that it is overlooked by 90% of practitioners. Poor footwork causes problems with critical distance and weighting. Lunging will leave you overextended and at the hands of an experienced man you’re doomed. Footwork sets up the critical positioning needed for the hands to work.
Kicking is highly overrated. When I see people kicking to the face I start belly laughing. With two feet on the ground you have a root and balance. Lift one leg up higher than the waist in real fight and I promise I will break your back. Literally. Using high kicks originally designed to dismount a man from horseback, is ludicrous. Stay away from “sport” martial arts which teach this nonsense for point scoring. Kicking is best used for entering on an opponent, and they should be kept low.
I was never much for swordplay. There was a fencing club at one of the highschools I attended, but since it was a club and not a sport, each member had to pony up the cash for most of the gear needed. I also had some personal reservations about fencing; but that's neither here nor there I suppose. Never got into the martial arts of the Orient, though I did take my fair share of boxing lessons. Boxing lead to the invetiable backyard matches, which usually took place as the main event of one college party or another. We'd just put on the headgear and a pair of 6 or 8 ounce gloves and sock eachother for a couple of rounds. It was actually pretty fun when we were well-matched.