I knew from the moment I walked in to Sleepy Hollow park in Des Moines that I was going to have a good time. I was there for the Renaissance Faire during the Pirates and Wenches week. The smell of food and the sound of chatter was heavy in the air as a man dressed as a knight gave us a wristband, confirming that we had paid to get into the fair. I grinned at Sydney, and she smiled back, our excitement showing. My parents talked about the events as they looked over the schedule, but I wasn’t listening. I was focused on the crow of people, dressed in pirate costumes and medieval outfits.
We decided that we would walk around the park for a while, stopping and seeing the things on the way. The mud squelched with every step we took, until we stopped …show more content…
We got up from the dry grass, all the dampness gone from the unusually warm September weather. We walked over to where their was “Heavy Armor Fighting.” It sounded intense, and from the clash of metal and the cheers of the audience we knew it was. We looked over the short fence and saw five men, dressed in armor with axes and swords held tightly in their gauntlet-clad hands. They looked like they came out of a movie! One of the men with a large helmet swung his axe. His unlucky victim toppled to the ground dramatically with a shout barely heard over the applause.
The men fought until there was three left. The man with the axe was cornered by two others. Around them laid their “dead” comrades and enemies. Although birds were chirping in the September morning, the atmosphere felt tense, like I could cut it with a knife. They circled around each other, not one wanting to make the first move of aggression. Eventually, one of the men attacked with his sword, but the axe-man countered. The man with sword narrowly dodged, but the man with the axe wasn’t as lucky. The third man struck the axe-man with a loud clang. He hit the ground like dead-weight.
The remaining two were declared the winners. The fallen men rose from the spots on the ground. As the fighters prepared for their next round, we looked to see where we would go next. No matter what we did next, today would for certain be an eventful
We decided that we would walk around the park for a while, stopping and seeing the things on the way. The mud squelched with every step we took, until we stopped …show more content…
We got up from the dry grass, all the dampness gone from the unusually warm September weather. We walked over to where their was “Heavy Armor Fighting.” It sounded intense, and from the clash of metal and the cheers of the audience we knew it was. We looked over the short fence and saw five men, dressed in armor with axes and swords held tightly in their gauntlet-clad hands. They looked like they came out of a movie! One of the men with a large helmet swung his axe. His unlucky victim toppled to the ground dramatically with a shout barely heard over the applause.
The men fought until there was three left. The man with the axe was cornered by two others. Around them laid their “dead” comrades and enemies. Although birds were chirping in the September morning, the atmosphere felt tense, like I could cut it with a knife. They circled around each other, not one wanting to make the first move of aggression. Eventually, one of the men attacked with his sword, but the axe-man countered. The man with sword narrowly dodged, but the man with the axe wasn’t as lucky. The third man struck the axe-man with a loud clang. He hit the ground like dead-weight.
The remaining two were declared the winners. The fallen men rose from the spots on the ground. As the fighters prepared for their next round, we looked to see where we would go next. No matter what we did next, today would for certain be an eventful