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guestpostservice1105 · 2 months
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Ultimate Knuckles with Knife: 10 Powerful Picks for Close Combat Mastery
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wildcatvintagetbay · 1 year
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My First Knife Fight T-shirt * under the hobbies and games section 😝* created by the great @stevenrhodesart * $20.00 * EUC * great gift idea 💡 * unisex medium * 🔪🔪🔪 #wildcatvintagetbay #thunderbay #tbay #knifefighting #myfirst #stevenrhodes #lakehead #localthrift #choosetbayfirst #greatgiftideas #White #Blue #Green #Textile #Font #T-Shirt #Cool (at Thunder Bay, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClruMF1OEL-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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defensivefit · 2 years
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Some clips from our Defensive Knife Concepts seminar #discipline #hardwork #selfdefense #combatives #selfprotection #selfaid #knifeselfdefense #knifefighting #filipinokali #filipinomartialarts #selfprotect https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce9_7H7DuhF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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trudemaethien · 11 months
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I’ve written Codywan—
No, you haven’t.
I’ve written them!
snippet for @subcodyweek
Bafflingly, Hardeen’s first instinct is to step back and dart a glance to the other open end of the alley, which pisses Cody right off. He’s not giving this asshole a chance to get away, or range to shoot him like he shot Kenobi. Cody pivots a quarter turn, making his enemy turn too or get an elbow to the ear, herding him back against one rough exterior wall.
The shing of a knife being unsheathed has Cody automatically parry Hardeen’s arm up and away—his opponent is fluid and fast with that blade—and Cody’s not about to get fucking knifed in an alleyway in a fight he picked. He grabs the front of the guy’s vest and cracks his forehead solidly into the asshole’s smug, tatted-up face. His nose smarts and there’s warm blood running down past his lip. He’s not sure whose it is; Hardeen looks as dazed as he feels.
Having disoriented his foe, he swiftly slaps the knife away, only for the front of his own jacket to to be grabbed in turn and a sharp knee to jackknife hard up between his legs. Cody suddenly and fiercely regrets leaving behind his codpiece. He manages to deflect it slightly off center, but it’s still a blinding agony, just like every crotch shot he’s ever taken. Dirty kriffing cheater. Doubled over and groaning, he almost misses what Hardeen does next, which could have been fatal if the man had taken the opportunity to attack. Instead, the bounty hunter just legs it toward the main road.
What the kark is wrong with this guy? He’s not taking this seriously, as though the snuffing out of such an important actor to the war effort was routine, forgettable. Cody ignores the pain and lurches after Hardeen, tackling him from behind to the filthy ground.
Hardeen is tall, but Cody is solid. He plants himself on the backs of those long legs to prevent further kicking, and jams an abraded palm into the back of Hardeen’s neck, grinding his face into the dirt.
“What do you want?” Hardeen grits out, muffled, struggling to upset him off his back. He’s long and lanky, so Cody can’t pin his hands without losing his seat. Hardeen scrabbles for a good angle to retaliate, but Cody’s got him pinned.
Cody misses fighting other clones, men with reasonable proportions, but at the same time is glad of all the sparring he’s done against Obi-Wan. The experience is coming in handy now. Is it blasé to compare a man’s killer to the deceased's fighting style? Does it matter?
Cody snarls, “Can’t you guess? You killed him; I want you dead, you fucker.”
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null-entity · 7 months
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somelazyassartist · 9 months
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Doing some very slight redesigns for the various King's Consorts just because I miss drawing them!! Might still even change em up a bit more later, I just wanted to start hammering out a few tiny dents from my original concepts :]
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water-mellie-seeds · 1 year
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i cant stand you sometimes
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nitetimeclouds · 9 months
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absentmoon · 2 years
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i kkeep the knowledge of bennys gang locked up in my brain tight i am allergic to it.Deeply
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queenlua · 2 years
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i like how when i asked my old thesis advisor for his mailing address so i can invite his ass to my wedding,
he replied back “congratulations, and also, he isn’t good enough for you (I can say that without even meeting him) so I hope he knows how lucky he is” pffffffft
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luxcruor · 2 years
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rusty-pincers · 2 years
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Sketchbook, Normans fighting Saxons, Ink and Watercolour, 2022 #Normans #Saxons #Ink #watercolours #battle #swordfight #knifefight #sword #shield #armour #chainmail #axes #melee #middleages #medieval #earlymedieval #warriors #oldeurope #britain #britishisles #thelastkingdom #1066 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cde_jYCrwo7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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knifefighters · 9 months
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jeremy’s resting place
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defensivefit · 2 years
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This is a 4 hour course that will covers both offensive and defensive principles and concepts when dealing with an edged weapons. Topics will include movement, footwork, grips, angles of attack, types of attacks, sensitivity drills and awareness. We will also discuss mindset and the legality of self defense (NJ laws) as well hemorrhaging control using a tourniquet. Use the link below to signup https://DefensiveFitScheduler.as.me/DefensiveKnifeWorkshop #selfdefense #combatives #selfprotection #selfaid #discipline #warriormindset #filipinomartialarts #filipinokali #stopthebleed #fighting #knifefighting #selfpreservation #defensivefit (at Shock Room Fitness) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdmETqmpRCr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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kjfrost · 1 year
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Texas Rose Saloon - 6:50 PM - Saturday, April 22nd
Two men sat at the bar as I walked in, and my friend dipped to the ATM on the right to grab our cover - $10 per, cash only please. I recognized the bartender, and approached the Polaroid-covered bar, taking a spot to the left of two men. 
They greeted me - Shipwreck, and Reuben. "Firm handshake!" according to Shipwreck.
The band room is separated from the bar by an old wooden door with a plexiglass window and a hand written sign: "Please Keep Closed."
The first artist, Timmy Vigilante, was seemingly just starting his set. A light haired, glasses wearing, high waisted shorts with a mid thigh inseam, socks with sandals kind of guy. 
An electric mandolin hooked up to a small Fender amp, which he played with the skill of a natural musician, and the stage presence of a born entertainer. His music was wild, an impressive combination of genres that worked through the sheer power of his own charisma and the help of an enthusiastic crowd. The obvious "usuals" of the place sold me on the environment simply by enjoying whatever might show up on that small, dim-lit stage.
In fact, the Usuals, a group of middle aged folks, handlebar mustache-men in jean jackets and sunglasses indoors, seemed to have either brought or bought a bottle of Crown Royal. As I watched Timmy's set, a couple of my friends were pulling me back by the shoulders, off my chair - "Hey, free shots!". I found myself thinking it would be terribly rude to not accept.
A small group of women had maintained a steady dance in the front throughout the set. As the artists changed, Timmy remained, playing bass for one of the dancers now heading to the stage: FiFi Knife Fight. A tall woman, in a full checkerboard pattern bodysuit and high heels with an acoustic guitar and an incredible vocal range. I learned later, over another shot of Crown, she was trained in Theater, and moved from Boston to Austin. I basked in the fleeting but divine sensation of being immersed in the margins of someone else's story. I wondered, mulling over a Shiner Bock, where she'd go next, and what her next chapter might be.
Fifi's set ended, and a lone man with an acoustic guitar sat on the stool. "My name is David Rodriguez, and I'm stupid."  A line from his opening track - "Every day I go out of my way to prove to myself that I'm stupid." In an instant, I felt supreme clarity, allowing myself to be as raw as he was on stage. I finally got the courage, and asked the handful of people dancing if I could join them. Within minutes, my friends had peeled away from our table, joining me in this small cluster. I felt almost primal with the raw humanity in the atmosphere. No apologies needed for bumped shoulders as we swayed and spun. In fact, the opposite - the reward of a stranger's purest smile, lit by neon beer signs and in the haze of cigarette smoke.
Later, I leaned across a ledge to cling onto every word David Rodriguez Jr said. He went to his car, and came back with a thick stack of some of the most genuine artistic expressions I had seen in a long time. I used a whole page in my notepad just to write one note, repeating the hand-painted words on one of his pieces: 
" 'YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT' - 'I DON'T CARE!' " 
In music, painting, and presence, I recognized I had met one of those rare, strange and intense people who embodied the Artistic Man. He told me, later, he hadn't been able to sell even one of his paintings for $20 in Austin.
I found it impossible, then, not to thank God for artists.
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Y i p p e e.
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