[center][h3][color=0054a6]Jehan de Challon[/color], Camp of the Hundred man force.[/h3][/center]
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Jehan listened to the sermon, flanked by Charles, his coutilier. Jehan muttered a prayer before moving away. While he had no problems listening to the sermon and speaking his prayers, he was not about to give the man his confessions. 

As he moved through the camp towards his tent he was disappointed. This force, a forth of the size of a proper company and lacking proper lances was never going to hold up in any real battle unless their commander was some kind of mastermind, which he highly doubted. He wondered if any scouts had been sent out, but once again, he assumed incompetence and therefore that no scouts were out.

As if sensing his mood Charles piped up, [color=9e0b0f]"A round of sparring Sir?"[/color] 

[color=0054a6]"Definitely"[/color] Jehan said in response, happy to do something he enjoyed. But his mood was still a dreary one as he walked across the camp. On the way he passed Stefano shouting about his gambling. He looked the man up and down with utter contempt and found himself unimpressed but he said nothing and left the man to his gambling. He had never been fond of gambling or gamblers, seeing them as some of the lowest. [i]When skill fails, trust to luck.[/i] Not really the way he would go about things.

As he arrived to where his lance was had set up, he found that only one of the archers were present. He sat next to the fire, carving something from a small piece of wood, though it was unclear as of yet what it was going to become. The archer nodded to him and Charles respectfully before going to back to carving. Next to the archer sat his squire, Henri. [color=0054a6]"Henri, armour."[/color] Jehan said shortly which sent the squire running to get the valets and armour.

Soon enough he and Charles were fully equipped. They moved to an open space, and soon they both stood with a poleaxe facing each other as a small crowd of bored men grew around them, including his squire, valets and archer. Charles nodded to him and with a smile on his face Jehan slammed down his visor and went into a combat stance, keeping a centre guard. Charles was the first to attack, with a poke aimed for his head. Jehan used his poleaxe to deflect and in the same motion stab towards Charles who took a step back and recovering without being hit. Jehan moved forward, jabbing his poleaxe and Charles struck it away so it went wide, swirling the movement into a swing aimed low. Acting quickly, Jehan stepped inside the blow, letting the shaft hit his leg. Jehan brought his poleaxe back over and down under Charles' weapon on the outside. Jehan now had a poleaxe between his armoured body and his own weapon, but before Charles had any chance to recover, Jehan took another stepped forward again, bringing the head of his weapon to the back of Charles' knee, then dragged it forward, as he stepped around. Charles fell backward, losing his poleaxe. Jehan raised his own poleaxe above the downed man, the point directed at the Charles' neck. Both went still for a moment, then Jehan offered the man a hand, pulling him back to his feet.

The sparring went on for many rounds more, and while Jehan won most rounds, he had lost a few to Charles. By the end of it, Jehan raised his visor, gulping down air into his lungs. He was grinning as he started to move back to his tent, though he almost felt bad for his squire who would have to clean and polish his armour before the morning.