This one time, in my basement, I was dueling with a friend. I was using a carved wooden walking stick and he wielded a driver. While taking the offensive and forcing my friend up the stairs, I unintentially gave him the advantage of the high ground. He struck with a quick thrust, smashing the end of the driver into my forehead.

Suffice to say, I was effectively defeated. I sported a large wound (in the form of a giant lump in the middle of my forehead) for days to come. Later, while once again dueling outside in the fields behind my house (which once was a pasture for horses, but had long since been overgrown with foilage), I struck the brier with my blade, spending sharp thorns in his face.

True story.