The Captain was pretty skilled. He didn't have many tells but I was able to defend his attacks. When he got angry, he became sloppy and after defending a few attacks, I disarmed him, kicked his knee and stopped with my sword at his neck.
"Yield?" I said to him as I caught my breath.
"Yes," he said angrily.
I helped him to his feet and he limped to pick up his sword.
"Captain Horrocks is one of my finest swordsmen and one of my personal guards. How were you able to beat him?" said the Princess.
"He is very skilled, your Majesty, more than those men but I have been training my whole life," I replied.
"Most curious, his accent or the way he speaks, is not familiar. What is your family name, young man?" the advisor asked me.
"Black. My name is Marcus Black," I replied.
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