The Writers' Express Collection
Fencing - Sydney
Swish, swish, the sound of the foam swords hitting the air. The last 10 minutes we had a game, which was everybody for themselves. I had got a lot of people out. One moment I felt proud was when my arm reached out, to get Julie out. I felt like nobody could really stop my swords from getting them. I poked her on her pink shirt. She kind of looked confused, looking around like she was lost. But she needed to get out. My legs were bent. I was lunging, and galloping. She was not paying attention, so that was the perfect chance. In the background I heard Ramon’s voice. He said, “Sydney,” in a whining voice. Then my perfect chance, one-on-one, right in the middle of the room. Nihil and I had gone to battle. I got in my ready stance, knees bent, arms positioned correctly, I was lunging, blocking his hits. Then suddenly, I found my sword going forward. I had beat Nihil. I poked him, a little before he had poked me. I was so proud. l felt like a pro. I felt fearless. When I got poked after I won it felt like nothing.
