I don’t know what it is about
swords, spears and arrows that fascinates me. To me, nothing beats witnessing a
good charge down a rocky slope, hooves pounding, voices roaring, spears
flashing, and a line of the enemy standing firm, shields raised, spear points
bristling.
Nothing, except for some good
vanilla ice cream and a whole Monday of relaxation after getting back from a
three hour commute. That’s something else, entirely.
But, on swords and stuff? There’s almost nothing that can surpass that sort of thrill. I mean, just look at this:
Tell me you don’t feel good now,
and in the mood for a LOTR movie. I know you do.
