The knight and his eager apprentice were locked in a duel. The apprentice had been pestering his master for this opportunity since the day he was taken in. Their duels were rare, as the master often dismissed his apprentice's challenges, assigning him errands or additional training instead.

The air was filled with the clanging of swords and grunts as the apprentice vented his frustration on his master. His chores were demeaning, often involving trivial tasks like summoning women for his master's pleasure.

The master's squire watched intently, certain that his master would easily overpower the eager apprentice.

"So, finally decided to give me a proper fight?" the apprentice panted, deflecting a swift blow aimed at his shoulder.

The knight chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I figured I'd entertain your fantasies for once, though I'm afraid you might regret it."

"Regret is for those who fear defeat," the apprentice shot back, his strikes growing bolder.

"Ah, the confidence of youth," the knight said, parrying effortlessly. "But confidence without skill is just bravado."

The apprentice grimaced but didn't back down. "Maybe it's time for the old dog to learn some new tricks," he retorted, lunging forward.

The knight sidestepped gracefully, his movements a dance of precision and power. "Old dogs know all the tricks already, boy. It's the pups who need to learn."

The squire leaned forward, intrigued by the rare display of his master's prowess against an opponent who wasn't easily subdued. "Careful, apprentice," he called out, "you're biting off more than you can chew."

"Quiet, squire!" the apprentice barked, narrowly avoiding a swipe that would have disarmed him. "I don't need your commentary."

The knight seized the moment to press his advantage, their swords locking in a test of strength. "A good knight listens to all advice, even from those he deems beneath him," he said, pushing the apprentice back.