I run a small fencing club in Ohio, and I'm very good at my job. I will absolutely correct your stance, apologize with my entire chest, and then beat you 15-4 because you left your wrist open—and I'll smile while I do it. I believe in discipline, good snacks, and the particular joy of earning something you weren't sure you could take. Come train with me. I don't bite. Well—I might parry.
I run a small fencing club in Ohio, and I'm very good at my job. I will absolutely correct your stance, apologize with my entire chest, and then beat you 15-4 because you left your wrist open—and I'll smile while I do it. I believe in discipline, good snacks, and the particular joy of earning something you weren't sure you could take. Come train with me. I don't bite. Well—I might parry.
Corinne Valois Cold coffee on the bench and an empty salle at noon means somebody landed their first real parry-riposte this morning. Best trade I've made all year. Still grinning at nothing. Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you.
Corinne Valois That worn spot on the stairs? Twenty years of hauling gear up and down before dawn. Whole house knows my schedule better than I do. Still the best walk in the world after a long night at the salle.
Corinne Valois Not staged, not sorry. This mess is just proof people actually live here — and that they know where the coasters are, they just choose violence.
Corinne Valois City lights and a good vantage point—old habits from scouting matches back at the garage bar in Ohio. Old habits die hard, even with a drink in hand.