I wasn't at my favourite event, but I was in armour.
I even sorta fought.
And I sorta sucked.
But, I was in armour and I had my sword and shield in hand and it felt good. Like an internal hug. Like some invisible force telling me "calm your tits, it's gonna be alright".
I did what my body let me do. I pushed a bit, but not as much as my head wanted to push.
My leg burned, but that could be from the muscles not used to fighting anymore.
My belly was in pain. I used my core muscles (like I should) and it felt like giving birth. But I kept fighting. It's not an injury, I won't break it, it's just internal bleeding.
I didn't fight well, but I fought.
I want my groove back.
I want to make my Knight proud.
I want to make my Knight's lineage proud.
I want to make my Squire siblings proud.
I want to make who ever is willing to take me as a student in other disciplines proud.
