She shakes her head and laughs. "Whatever," she says in a mocking tone.
"Begin!" the herald calls.
The two of you bow, and the match begins.
You wait for the other squire to attack, then you parry and counter. Her sword is knocked away, and you land a neat hit!
"Ten points for Kirk!" the herald shouts.
You wait for the other squire to attack, then you send a mighty swing at her exposed side. It works! The blow is so hard that she doesn't even have time to react, and your sword sends her stumbling.
"Twenty points for Kirk!" the herald shouts.
And just like that, it's over. The crowd is cheering, and you numbly realize it's for you. You won!
Just like Sir Kelton did in his victory, you take off your helmet and feel the breeze cool the sweat on your head. You can't help but smile. You look over at your opponent, who has taken her helmet off too and has a sour look on her face.
"Guess you really did get lucky," she says.