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.