Feuilly...does, in fact. Somewhat. At least--he thinks he has a sense now of why people talk about a sword's balance and how a person can find a point where its weight and one's own work together.

His tufty wiry hair is now quite damp with sweat and he's breathing hard. If he's going to try this disarming business, this is the time to do it, so he makes a sort of a feint or a--

--yeah, that's not really. Not really very effective. Unless Hotspur lets it be.