With a pen in my hand I have successfully stormed bulwarks from which others armed with sword and excommunication have been repulsed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I wear my Pen as others do their Sword.
I have just come from a couple of raids, where we had a very lively time, and some of them had to pull their guns. I found it necessary to punch a few sports myself.
The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness.
My family is heavily involved in the Marines and close-combat training, and I was raised doing Japanese sword training, so I've always been of the mentality that you have to be able to defend yourself.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
I was surrounded at the time by about a dozen of the enemy, whose clubs rattled upon me without mercy, and the strokes of my sabre were rendered uncertain by the energetic pushes of an attendant who thus hoped to save me.
You can't defend. You can't prevent. The only thing you can do is detect and respond.
My way to combat anything is just to walk straight into it with my fists up.
As you may possibly have noticed from time to time, I have tended to make a habit of sticking my head above the parapet and generally getting it shot off for pointing out what has always been blindingly obvious to me.
To hold a pen is to be at war.