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The Lysander Arming Sword

This simple and striking arming sword features a short blade and handle and wider blade base, giving it an overall sense of neat, compact threat. The blade's acute point is keen for the thrust, while the added breath at the base offers extra hand protection in line with S-curved quillons.

It handles eagerly with a smooth, ready rotation in the hand, ideal for pairing with a buckler for i.33 practice.

This sword was created to match the Hermia smallsword, and as such is named for Lysander, the romantic counterpart of Shakespeare's diminutive heroine. Both pieces were modelled aesthetically on their wielder's A535-style sidesword, and the Lysander borrows the rounded S-curved bars and carved globe pommel from the original sword.

Please see our pricing structure for an idea of what a similar sword would cost.


∴ Specs ∴

  • Total length: 87cm

  • Blade length: 72cm

  • Blade width: 6.5cm

  • Blade stock: 6cm

  • Grip length: 8cm

  • Grip and pommel: 12.5cm

  • Quillon span: 17cm

  • Point of Balance:  6cm

  • Weight: 1210g

  • Right-handed

  • Blunt edges

  • Rounded tip

  • Fencing flex


∴ Notes ∴


The hand-forged and heat-treated crossguard and pommel are blackened to a matte finish. The pommel features hatching patterns to its base while the guard has a horizontal S-curve, rounded bars and conical quillon terminals.

The oak grip is wrapped first in linen thread, then in brown kidskin. The blade features a single broad fuller to its centre.


∴ Gallery ∴


∴ An Unsmooth Course ∴


In the silence of the glade the two men circle, broad-bladed swords in their right hands and round leather bucklers in their left.

You shrink away, vision obscured by disarrayed dark tresses. You cannot stand to look, cannot bear to see red blood shed in the same green woods where once you wooed Lysander. The birds sang then, as they dare not now.

And for what? So he could spurn your honest affection and dumbly duel for the love of another? A cat, he called you! A vile burr, and a serpent! With the same lips that only hours ago had sung your praises. You know not what sorcery solicited such a change, but you know you cannot stand to see him kill or be killed in its thrall.

Your legs move before the decision is firm in your mind. You feel Helena's hand on your shoulder, eager to pull you back from the fray, but you are already away, striding with cold anger toward the fool who would fight in her name and not yours.

Both men stumble back as you stand between them, and Lysander makes to sheath his sword. Though he hates you, he says, he will not harm you so. Your hand is quicker, though, twisting the leathern grip from his grasp. And all at once the sword is yours.

The round, black pommel sits snugly in your hand, subtle carvings writ against the curve of your palm. Surprised at its wieldiness, you hold the weapon out in front of you so that the angled blade offers some protection, and circle on your heel. Eyes widen in the faces of the men who so roundly mocked you only moments ago.

If none will fight for your honour, you will have to do it yourself.


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