En garde...
At the ready
at the command
unsheathe your blade
prepare where you stand
ahead of you is no man
ahead is fear, anxiety
impatience, dread
but play it right, ahead is victory
Etes-vous prets?
Now the blade is in view
its owner waiting for the foray
its steel waiting for your neck
its danger awaiting the melee
You feel the sweat on your brow,
Tension now reaching your nape
Your arms twitching and shaking
They are aggravated for their escape
Allez!
First there is quiet...
Then your arms bolt!
Your legs dart!
A clash of steel... and now the halt
Again at the ready
En garde...
Prets...
Allez!*
Threatening the enemy
with your edge like gunpoint...
A step... You pounce!
Connect... Point!
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