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==Training Day==
''Anonymous''

"Strike!" I yell out.

A handful of thumps and whacks were heard.

"Again!"

More thumps and whacks. The sound of latex on plastic resounded through the borrowed dance hall.

"Tom, your form is terrible. Watch your feet, and how you're stepping. Lily, stop being lazy and actually lift that sword above your shoulder; point it upwards! You're a German knight, not a goddamn Italian mercenary. AND DID I TELL YOU LOT TO STOP?!"

A few groans, a bit of muttering; the strikes began anew.

They were a sorry lot. They were looking to step their game up in the LARP quarter. A few of them wanted to make a name for themselves as knights and mercenaries, others wanted to be more in character and in line with a 15th century warrior. A few wanted to be able to hold up the newbs more effectively as highwaymen. Doesn't matter. They checked in to learn. 12 cards beeped in, 12 seminar credits spent and credited to his account.

"All right, gather round." Time for partner drills now that they've all got some decent mechanics. "We're working the Zornhau today." The drills were mechanically the same, whether the weapons were steel, wood, polypropylene, foam, or latex. "The attack forces your opponent out of guard, controls the line of attack, and keeps you safe, and forces your opponent onto the ground to bleed slowly and ponder their misspent lives." Demonstrate, watch, correct, praise when necessary, repeat with a new technique. Build slowly, watch them come to understand. The two hour class is almost over.

They're all tired. Lead them through some stretches, give them some words of wisdom to ponder, loose them on the con. Tomorrow they'll come again when they see how the techniques work and what they don't cover.

They become effective fighters, I live the dream for another day, and there's another reason to come to the con.