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Dussack
A long single edged sword from Eastern Europe used to train with out killing. The Dussack is usually made of wood.
The soldier took up his Dussack, he would not be embarrassed in lessons again. With a small knife he shaved down the edge to sharpen it like a razor.
In class the next day the instructor picked him again for a lesson. Picking up his Dussack he did his warm up swings slices and lunges. As the instructor approached he went into the guard position.
A quick flurry of moves counter moves and a blow from the instructor put him flat on the ground. He gets slowly to his feet and resumes the guard position. Once more the instructor strikes, this time instead of backing off the student swing his Dussack across the instructors stomach. Strings of blue intestines fall to the ground. It will take you days to die and such pain you will have, the student whispered in his ear.

Chakram
A circular weapon with a sharpened outer edge. From India, principally used as a throwing weapon but can also be used like knuckle duster.
The assassin crept closer hidden in the shadows. He has marked his target taking his chakram form his wrist slipping it over his extended finger he twirls it. Never taking his eyes of his target, he flicks his wrist and release the chakram. Whispering through the air it strikes it intended target between the eyes, burying itself half way through the skull. Instantaneous loss of life.

Bolo
A heavy machete from the Philippians.
The master has his Bolo sheathed at his side when the ambush happened. Without warning six fighter jumped out at him. He grabs his bolo in a blink of and eye faster than they had ever seen. they circle him apprehensively, the master has his Bolo singing through the night. The circle tightens to within inches of the blade, he see's there fear, he has gained his calm center. In seconds the rush in and just a quickly the are cut down.

Nocking his arrow he draws his bow with strength and determination set his site firmly on his foe, hold and hold and holds some more. Arms shaking he lets fly. Silent death soars through the windblown landscape relentlessly towards it's intended mark. It feels nothing, it cares little as it extends it self swiftly, with a thud buries itself in the chest of a man who once lived and dreamed and is no more...


The Little train said to the big train I can do it I can do it I can do it. The big train said never in a million years will you get up the hill.
I can do it I can do It I can do it.
Kid give it a rest, you ain't going to do it.
Why not he demanded
Because you slipped your track, and are off your trolley.


Wouldn't life just be so simple if...

