Again.
Francis had once more won in one, simple movement.
Rodrick moved swiftly against the peasant knight, which was too confident in his offense.
He went for a sloppy, giant swing of the sword that most definitively would not work.
Francis simply ducked under the swing and punched him straight in the stomach.
This left Rodrick gasping for air, with a huge urge to vomit.
And that was the end of the sparring match.
The wise knight applauded.
"A fast and entertaining match," was all he commented.
Satisfied with the result, Francis then turned to the knight.
"Very well, it's your turn now," he said.
"As I said before, my skills are nothing that could match someone like you, Sir Francis," said the knight.
Francis was sad that such a smart individual was not confident in himself.
"At the very least, tell me your name," said Francis.
"Siegfried," said the knight.
.............
Francis was finally introduced to the knight that he had fought with before.