Deep breath in, slow exhale out. Breathing is rhythmic, heart has it's beat.
My partner, my enemy. Deep silver eyes, platinum hair. We are the sun and the moon.
En garde.
My sword, the strings of my instrument, prepared to play.
Pret.
I'm ready.
Allez!
Lunge. Parry. Parry. Lunge. Lunge. Touch! Arrêt! I can't see their smile, but I know that they are. I stumbled my step, mis timed a beat and they took the lead. Now to come back.
En garde. Pret. Allez!
Lunge! Parry Parry! The clink of swords, the squeek of shoes. Parry Parry Lunge! We move to the beats of our own music, the sounds of our breathing, our hearts.
Attack. Touch! Arrêt!
Now I am the lead, and my opponent is dancing to beat of my drum.
En garde. Pret. Allez! Parry! Parry! Lunge! Parry! Riposte! Touch! Arrêt!
The words become lyrics to my battle symphony. The music becomes frantic, the moves become faster. Flashes of fencing swords clashing, bodies twisting and feet fleet. The words start to blur, I've forgotten my points, and I'm lost in the song.
Arrêt!
It's feels like it's over as soon as it's begun. I bow to them, and they bow to me. Our dance was amazing and no matter the winner, we've both enjoyed ourselves.
In this moment, spent, a cheering crowd, ragged breath, I know that this is the greatest I have ever felt, and I want to feel this way always.
