Balloon Fencing

I don't know what came over Troy today, but he was in the office with my wife, and when I popped my head around the corner to check on them, he suddenly came at me with a balloon. He was brandishing it like a sword, waving it around viciously, screaming at the top of his lungs, and charging at full tilt! I had no choice, but to grab a balloon of my own to fend him off. I backed away, using my own wildly waving balloon to stave off his deathly blows as he relentlessly pressed forward.

All at once, my fencing lessons from college came back to me, and I slowly started to become less erratic and more smooth and purposeful. I went through the progressions of my defensive moves, continually pushing his balloon aside and away from my exposed torso. And then, just as he was getting frustrated that the battle was turning in my favor, I surprised him by completely leaping over top of him, and lunging for his back. Struck and "wounded," he turned in a rage and came at me again, which is when I skillfully whipped my wrist in a arc and sent his balloon flying across the room. Disarmed but still in a bloodlust, he came out me with his bare fists, as I plunged stroke after stroke of my balloon into his advancing chest, eventually dropping the balloon and tackling him in a heap. He finally gave up as I covered every inch of him in ticklish kisses.