The poleax was a multi-purpose weapon: the spike was used for thrusting. the ax blade for cutting through armor, and the hammer head for crushing tissue and bones. This poleax has long langets and a rondel or disc to protect the bearer’s hands from weapons sliding down the shalt.


Developed by the Swiss in the 13th century, the halberd was primarily a slashing weapon. although its spike could be used lor thrusting.

The fearsome Swiss infantry used halberds to great effect at the battle or Morgarten, where they destroyed an Austrian army in 1315.


During the 16th century, halberds became increasingly decorative in style. but this example dated around 1500, is very much a utilitarian weapon or war. A powerful spike is combined with a diagonal ax blade and a hooked fluke.


Where the term “poleaxed” comes from. Hope to fight him at the world championships in Spain. 

pole·ax or pole·axe  (pōl′ăks′)

n. 1. An ax having a hammer face opposite the blade, used to slaughter cattle. 2. A medieval battle-ax consisting of a long shaft ending in an ax or a combination of an ax, hammer, and pick. tr.v. pole·axedpole·ax·ingpole·ax·es To strike or fell with or as if with a poleax: “When a gang of doves circled above the flowing water and swooped in to feed, he poleaxed the leader with a clean head shot” (William Hoffman). poleaxed Extremely surprised; shocked and unbalanced. After his revelation, Jane stared at Edward, poleaxed.
Words You’re Using Wrong

Lose–To be unable to find, to be deprived of or cease to have
Loose–Not firmly fixed in place, not tight; to release, to relax a grip

Poleaxe–A battle-ax, to hit down with a poleaxe, to cause great shock
Pole axed–To hit with an ax made of poles?

Let’s–Let us

I have two daughters, and this, for some reason, is my biggest fear when it comes to them, that they’ll waste their lives chasing men in circles instead of recognizing how much sunshine and genius and expansive, outrageous possibility they carry around with them everywhere they go. But this anxiety of mine isn’t just about young women and their tendency to ignore their own value and worth and potential. It’s also about 30-something men and 40-somethings and 50-somethings and everyone under the goddamned sun. We are all so completely poleaxed by our own longing, by our own magical thinking, by our own physical resistance to hard work. We put our faith in prefabricated fantasies instead of reality; we believe in easy answers and short cuts instead of craft; we admire popularity instead of originality; we find ourselves reaching for shiny dreamworlds and ignoring human beings. The world tells us that we should be disappointed in ourselves, every single day. The best party is across town. The best party is across the universe. We should be fucking a ghost that looks like Chris Hemsworth, gently, in some galaxy far away.

Let’s just be ourselves instead, broken but hopeful, and let’s be right here, right now. Let’s look around and see the scrappy, mediocre, mundane details of our lives and proclaim them exalted and glorious. Imagine for a moment that I can see you clearly for the first time. I can see you clearly, and you are radiating pure, lusty, brilliant grace and divinity. Feel it. Believe it. Carry it with you.

—  Heather Havrilesky (Ask Polly)