Cally tossed his broadsword to the ground. Surely, that would put an end to this ridiculous affair.
But his adversary promptly followed suit as the crowd of onlookers gasped.
The squire, not to be outdone, lowered himself into the wet mud, crossing both his arms and legs. A pacifist at heart, Cally would not be engaging in combat today or any other day.
But again, his stubborn opponent matched his every move.
It wasn’t until he got up and sprinted off into the woods that the duel was finally cancelled.
And thus, the legend of Caledon the Coward was born.
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