I am awful at making decisions. Actually, I'm great at it with little things, but when something's important, it takes me forever to decide. I carefully have to weigh the options, thinking over every angle, pondering all the possibilities, all the choices.
The Professor is sweet, but entirely wicked. That's the only explanation for it. Someone was selling swords, a lovely pair of blunts. One's a Pavel Moc, a Lichtenauer, I think. The other is an Albion. They're both gorgeous. Both functional. Both in great shape. Both were priced well. So we bought them. Each paid half. But he's making me choose. It's wonderful, but it's horrible. Like choosing chocolate OR ice cream.
The Pavel Moc feels heavier in the hand, but it cuts through the air like a dream. It doesn't seem like it ought to balance, but it does, just barely above the crossguard. The waisted grip I didn't think I'd care for, but it's really comfy in the hand. It's longer than the Albion too, but the additional length is nearly all in the grip.It's curvier than the Albion, which I like a lot. The curves are why I opted for the Italian cold steel over the hand and a half. I'm a curvy girl, so of course it appeals. The pommel is heavy and shaped kind of like a hot air balloon- pear shaped I think is the correct term. The Professor says this one would be great for point control, because of the way it's weighted. It's heavy and dense, like the very best dark chocolate.
The Albion is lovely though too. It's slim and fluid, everything a sword ought to be. It seems lighter, though the Professor tells me it's just the weight distribution. It sings in the air- he says it's "lively," and it certainly feels... bouncier. Easier to direct. It's got a fuller down the center, which isn't my favorite thing, but it's such a beautiful sword you can overlook that. The quillions are kind of square at the ends, which gives it a neat look. It has a scent-stopper pommel, which I know the Professor likes. It feels, I don't know, flexible in the hands. It's glorious, and handles like a wish. Smooth and light, but rich-feeling all at once. The Ben & Jerry's of swords.
How is anyone supposed to choose? This is just nuts. And now I want a sundae.
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