A retelling of Mair’s Zornhau Against the Thrust
With wrath I have struck,
right foot and right arm traveling together,
his head and neck our my prize.
With hands held high I have sprung to left,
his blade caught, I lower mine as I thrust.
I have seen the thrust and push it away
I take his push
and stepping with my right to his
I cut across to the other side.
My long edge protects my ear,
ready to push high lest he cut across again.
See how I have caught his blade?
I keep it as I wind down and thrust.