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9/5/2025, 7:08:55 AM
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Favorite melee weapon in games?
Listen well, ye sword-worshippers and axe-apologists, for the truth is this: the halberd is not merely a weapon, it is the apex of melee combat, the perfection of human ingenuity on the battlefield. To deny it is to brand yourself a fool.
A sword? A sidearm. A lump of steel for duels and posturing nobles. An axe? Fine for splitting firewood, but hardly for the armored knight bearing down upon you. A spear? It has reach, yes, but little else, press too close and itβs as useful as a broomstick. But the halberd, ah! The halberd is a trinity of destruction.
Its spear point pierces armor.
Its axe blade cleaves through mail and bone alike.
Its hook drags knights from saddles, tears shields away, and leaves the proud wallowing in the mud.
Do you see? It was not simply a tool but a doctrine, a philosophy of war. Swiss pikemen and German infantry wielded it to humble knights, to turn the battlefield from aristocratic theater into the age of disciplined formations. Kings feared it. Empires armed their guards with it. Even stripped of blood, the halberd remains today a ceremonial symbol of authority.
And yet, some mutter, βBut what about swords?β Fools! The sword was never the main act, it was the last resort, the fallback when your halberd broke or your line collapsed. If you marched with only a sword, you marched prepared for death. The halberd was for those who intended to win.
So cast aside your fantasies of dragon-carved daggers and sacred katanas. Embrace truth. Embrace glory. Embrace the halberd.
For in the hands of the worthy, the halberd is not a weapon.
It is the end of arguments
A sword? A sidearm. A lump of steel for duels and posturing nobles. An axe? Fine for splitting firewood, but hardly for the armored knight bearing down upon you. A spear? It has reach, yes, but little else, press too close and itβs as useful as a broomstick. But the halberd, ah! The halberd is a trinity of destruction.
Its spear point pierces armor.
Its axe blade cleaves through mail and bone alike.
Its hook drags knights from saddles, tears shields away, and leaves the proud wallowing in the mud.
Do you see? It was not simply a tool but a doctrine, a philosophy of war. Swiss pikemen and German infantry wielded it to humble knights, to turn the battlefield from aristocratic theater into the age of disciplined formations. Kings feared it. Empires armed their guards with it. Even stripped of blood, the halberd remains today a ceremonial symbol of authority.
And yet, some mutter, βBut what about swords?β Fools! The sword was never the main act, it was the last resort, the fallback when your halberd broke or your line collapsed. If you marched with only a sword, you marched prepared for death. The halberd was for those who intended to win.
So cast aside your fantasies of dragon-carved daggers and sacred katanas. Embrace truth. Embrace glory. Embrace the halberd.
For in the hands of the worthy, the halberd is not a weapon.
It is the end of arguments