SECTION 6 : FIGHTING IN ARMOUR
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We are six guards ready to give battle,
Because we completely know that art,
And this art includes the complete truth:
Poleax, sword and dagger to great extreme.
And here we'll explain how this art happens:
Masters and students will do it without lying.
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I'm the short guard, the snake,
I have a sharp point to go through harnesses.
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I am the guard called the true cross
Ready for strikes and thrusts.
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I am the upper snake, I leveled out great thrusts;
I also protect against strikes Those hits are nothing for me.
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I am the middle iron door,
Always ready to throw away great thrusts.
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I am the guard of the arrow
Good for hitting and protecting.
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I am the guard of the bastard cross,
Not slow to make my techniques.
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From this parry I believe I can hurt anybody,
According to what you will see the masters do.
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From the master's parry comes this thrust,
And the next techniques that well follow.
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You will go to the ground for the weak of my sword,
And you'll be lucky if I don't do you worse.
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You feel that I have my sword behind your neck
And I'll show you death on the ground.
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If I turn around close on the left
You'll lose your sword from your right hand.
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I hurt your hand, well you can feel it,
And now I could hit your face with the pommel
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Here I hurt your hands to come to close range,
And so hard that the harness won't protect you.
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By holding you I'll throw you to the ground,
And with my tip I'll cause great damage.
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And you'll leave the sword with your left hand
And you'll go to the ground with my entry.
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This hold secures me your sword:
Mine is free, yours is captured;
And for the fourth technique of the poleax
The sword goes through the harness.
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posta breve serpentina
I am the short guard, the snake, poleax in hand:
If the tip does not fail me, I'll deceive you.
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posta de vera crose
I am the strong guard of the cross:
No poleax hit, nor thrusts will hurt me.
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posta de donna
I am the guard of the woman of pure loyalty:
Wide hits I do beyond measure.
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posta di denti chingiaro
I am the guard of the wild boar, full of ardor:
Poleax pounding does nothing to me.
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I have hit your poleax to the ground,
And right away mine will be in your face.
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From the wild boar I have raised my poleax
And with that I have hit your face.
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I have lifted your visor, you feel it,
And with my poleax I'll break your teeth.
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Because of my hand, which I put under your arm,
With a strong key I'll cause you much damage.
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With this hold I will turn fast:
You'll lose your poleax and mine will hurt your head.
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