Ben lunged forward, swinging down onto Vadik. Vadik blocked the sword, throwing Ben off balance, then spun, swinging his wooden sword straight into Ben's lower back. The captain instantly fell to his knees, yelling "You win, you win!" Vadik quickly took multiple steps back, grinning at the loud cheers of the men. "You learn fast, good sir!" Ben stood up, laughing and smiling wide, patting Vadik on the shoulder. "I have a good teacher, but you over estimate my abilities, it was just beginners luck. Let's go again, but this time don't hold back." Ben nodded, throwing his sword to the side. "Give us the training swords, we shall have a real battle," Ben said to one of his men. Vadik dropped his wooden sword, eyes going wide when he saw what the 'training swords' were. They were real metal, and their blades were dull, but could still break skin if you were hit hard enough. Grabbing his sword, Vadiks wrist instantly flopped downwards, the weight of the sword much different from the wooden ones. The good thing about Rhindon is that it's light, and feels balanced in his hand, but these swords were damaged and seemed to have been made poorly.
Vadik and Ben fought for another 20 minutes, Vadik holding himself well, but still loosing the fight all the same. By the time dinner came around, Vadik was nursing a split and bloody nose, as well as multiple bruises on his arms and side. His knee that was hit by the wooden sword was swollen to hell, and gave him a heck of a limp. Rowen had found him trying to get to his tent, hissing and cursing with each step. "Master Nadir!" She rushed to his side, inspecting his slightly bloody face, and bad knee. "Let's get you to your tent, sire. I can heal you," Rowen said, giving Vadik a smile. Putting his arm around her, Rowen lead Vadik to the tent, laying him down on his bed. Pouring some water into a bowl, Rowen grabbed a strip of cloth, and started to wash Vadiks face. She was quiet, but Vadik could tell that she wanted to ask something. "What is it?" He asked. Rowen hesitated, but then asked, "Is Lady Derowynn refusing to help us?" Vadik frowned, but nodded a bit. "She's not exactly happy with her situation. She's too homesick to see that you guys really do need our help. It's hard to let yourself believe all that you guys are telling us, I'm still not sure myself, but the stress and impossibility of this all is too much for Dero." Rowen was quiet for a while, washing the blood off the cloth. "What makes you accept all of this so easily, for the most part?" Vadik thought for a while. "I cannot deny what I've seen. That angry centaur, Cair Paravel, the fact that one moment I was in a coffee shop, and the next it was being ripped away from me. Caspian gives me no reason not to trust his word, and I'm the type of guy that will do what he can if he sees someone in need. I don't care what you say, about me and Dero being chosen as your King and Queen, all I care about is helping your world fix itself. Even if that means fighting in a battle. I've accepted that I'm stuck here, I might as well make the most of it."