Ah, Armored Combat Melee, you fickle beast you.
I love tournament fighting. I love the one on one, the chess match, the staring into the eyes of your competitor. It’s really special, I have always felt pull towards that. From the Summer’s Day tournament, to Crown, to Jehan’s, to Harvest Moon, I have loved every time I have stepped into the squared circle. Melee… oh Melee. We just don’t see eye to eye, and I am sure it’s not you, it’s me.
Hundred Minutes War, the grandiose event to close out the fighting season proper. Large scale melee, lots of competitors, almost two hours long. I figure if I am not going to get it here, I may not get it at all. So I trundled off. I am not being facetious when I say that the fighting was pretty miserable for me. It was cold, it was wet, and given the nature of the challenge this year, just not a lot of fun for us shield wall wumps who were standing there holding our ground while systematically getting shot at, and poked at by spears. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was probably RIDICULOUSLY period. I couldn’t go anywhere until I was dead. But come on now, this? This is not fun.
And it’s not the event itself, I can see other people having fun, enjoying themselves, just gleefully running to the resurrection point and then back into the fray. Me? I just got chafed thighs and a head cold.
I guess I am just coming to the realization that melee may not be my cup of tea, and at the end of the day I am alright with that. Maybe I will find that moment elsewhere, I will hit the pitch in an event when I get it. But until then, I am going to keep on my tourney circuit. Well, after I get some rest. Seems like the doctor thinks I should take another 4-6 weeks off so that my arm can heal. Whoops.