You make a quick somersault to the side...

You didn’t want to test your face’s strength and that’s why you reacted with lightning speed... You somersaulted to the side...

Then you stood behind your opponent and you struck him on the back of the head with the mace...

Or rather, you tried to do it... Your opponent seemed to have a presentiment of your actions. he jumped to the side... Your blow only grazed Oakbreaker's shoulder...

So, you are again face to face with your opponent... Sweat is running down your forehead... Your opponent is constantly watching your movements... And you are watching his movements...

Hit! Oakbreaker's mace hits your neck! You duck and the blow lands on the top of your helmet...

You immediately strike back at your opponent's leg...

But you don't achieve your goal... The Oakbreaker takes a quick step back...

Another blow! Your opponent's mace is flying towards your face! You manage to take a step back at the last second...

You hit your opponent’s hand with a mace in which he holds his weapon... You wanted to hit his hand, but he dodged in time...

Swift dash! Your opponent again decided to knock you down with the help of the large mass of his body... But you felt this intention... You jumped to the right and you tried to strike with your mace at the rapidly rushing forward body of Oakbreaker...

You did not achieve much success... But you managed to touch the elbow of his arm with your mace...

Your opponent turned sharply and threw a backhand punch with his left hand...

You didn’t have time to dodge and you received a powerful blow to the head... It’s good that you have a helmet... However, there is still a ringing sound in your head and you feel pain...

Your opponent attacks you again...

You manage to kick him in the knee... You see how he winces in pain...

But the pain doesn't stop him... Your opponent is trying to hit you with a mace in your chest...

You're making a quick move...

Your mace hits the fingers of Oakbreaker's hand... He drops his mace...

Then he grabs your hand and twists your arm so that you grind your teeth in pain...

You are **** to unclench your fingers... Your mace falls to the floor, making a thud on the wooden floor...

Suddenly, a loud scream fills the room: “Stop the training match! Stop it now, you bastards!”

You understand that this is the voice of Sergeant Tibbon.

Just in time. Since Oakbreaker's hand was already approaching your throat...

The Oakbreaker is **** to let go of your hand... He steps aside... You hear a muffled growl sounding from his throat...

The veil of battle rage falls from your gaze... Now you don't have to concentrate all your attention only on your opponent... And you can now look around...

You see Sergeant Tibbon say with a laugh: “I'm glad that I saw at least some kind of training match today with the participation of a newbie who wants to become a city guard! What most of the newbies showed me today can hardly be called a “duel”! It was either beating up the weak a stupid nonentity who cannot offer the slightest resistance, or a clown show of two newcomers like the one that Kribs and Valador recently showed me! So, you managed to show that you can at least do something useful, Nordane! But I don’t advise you to relax! Tomorrow you will take the oath and begin your duties! You will sleep in the general barracks of the third company of the city guard! Now go to the general barracks and put your bed in order!"

Having said these words, the sergeant moved to another corner of the room and began yelling at the guards who were conducting a training match there...

You climbed over the fence. You asked one of the guards where the general barracks of the third company of the city guard were located. The guard explained where you need to go.

You went where Sergeant Tibbon ordered you to go. You have come to this general barracks of the third company of the city guard.

You have prepared your sleeping place. The rest of the day was spent checking your equipment and various small household chores. After which you went to bed like all the guards who belong to the third company of the city guard.