Combining elements from a range of historical examples, these smallswords are identical in all but aesthetic detail, ideal for friendly duels. At the more robust end of the historical smallsword spectrum, the hollow ground blades feature a degree more presence than the more common epee-style trainers. Paired with a heat-treated guard and shell, they will persevere nobly not only against one another, but also against contemporary swords. Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.
∴ Specs ∴
Weight: 590g
Total length: 101cm
Blade length: 33.5"
Blade width at base: 2cm
Hilt length: 15cm
Grip length: 8cm
Grip and pommel length: 12cm
Quillon span: 11cm
Point of Balance: 8.5cm
Sparring-safe edges
Fencing flex
Rounded tips
∴ Notes ∴
The first sword in the pair features a fluted hardwood grip wrapped in braided steel and copper wire. The spiralling pattern is continued in the elongated hand-carved pommel. The second sword features a hardwood grip wrapped in braided steel wire, with a hand-carved round pommel. Both swords have brass ferules to either end of the grip and hot-forged oil-blackened furniture. The figure eight guards are decorated with raised lips and spiralling curls toward the blade. The quillons and false ricasso feature hand-carved details.
∴ Gallery ∴
∴ A Certain Duology ∴
"It's your right to choose", the copper-haired man says, opening the case.
Loathe as you are to show admiration, you cannot repress a low whistle as he pulls back the ivory satin, revealing a pair of slender yet sturdy smallswords with blackened guards and gleaming wire grips. Half-reverently you lift one, then the other, keen to claim the better. At last you glance up, brow furrowed.
"What is there to choose?" you ask. "The swords are equal in every way."
"I'll choose then," the challenger grins. He curls his hand round the copper-wrapped hilt, leaving you its steelier brother.
Shrugging, you take your weapon and step onto the field of honour. As you salute and fall into guard, your opponent effortlessly matches the the grace that you studied for years, mirror-like in his precision. As the bout begins, the similarities grow only more frustrating - every move reflected, every feint forewarned.
You cannot say when it is that frustration gives way to a flurry of excitement. The precise moment when a battle of wills becomes a meeting of minds. You dance with the copper-haired man, daring him to surprise you, even as he draws out moves you never knew you had. You are certain that, standing against one another, neither can be truly victorious.
But together?
You catch your opponent's eye. His reckless grin is contagious.