The two knights stood opposite to each other, each preparing for their match to begin. Penelope drew her sword with a determined  gleam in her gaze. This nobleman had pissed her off in a matter of a few minutes of talking to him and she had every intention to knock his pride down a few bars. "May the best man—or person I suppose, win." Francis said with a respectful nod to her. The gesture nearly made her snort since his words sounded more belittling than respectful in her opinion. She didn't know how Beatrix could put up with such a man. 

Beatrix frowned, casting Penelope a concerned look. The female knight wanted to assure her friend she had faced far worse foes than her husband but knew better than to say anything in front of her opponent's face. Instead she just ignored the look and kept her green eyes trained on her enemy. "We're ready, Beatrix. Give the signal whenever you want to." she instructed her friend who would be acting as a officiator over their match. Bee nodded her head and stepped forward, raising her hand up and then swiftly lowering it to signal that the match had officially begun. 

The match didn't last long. 

Penelope charged squarely for Francis, their wooden swords meeting rather heatedly. A few blows were traded between the two knights before she saw an opening and whacked his hand with her sword. The sharp pain made him loosen his grip enough for her to knock the practice weapon from his grasp, sending it flying off to the side of them. She didn't give him a chance to recover and raised her wooden sword to rest at his neck before he could make a move to retrieve his weapon. The nobleman froze, looking bewildered and damn near confused on how he had lost the match so suddenly. His expression left the female knight feeling plenty satisfied with her victory. 

"Well looks like I win." Penelope mused with an air of mock casualness. She turned her head to look over at Beatrix, who stood there staring rather amazedly at her friend, and gave her a warm smile. "Next time you feel like learning more, be sure to find me." Her gaze drifted onto Francis and a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "And feel free to join her, Francis. It might do you some good to brush up on the basics." 

Penelope usually wasn't the type to rub in a victory but she couldn't help it after how arrogant the man had been. Knowing she had likely overstayed her welcome, she tossed her wooden sword to the ground and dipped her head to her opponent in a formal manner. "I better be off, supper will be starting soon after all. I'll see you around, Beatrix." she said before turning to walk off. She heard Beatrix offer quiet parting words and felt the glare from Francis burning on her back. However, it hardly bother the knight who was pretty sure she had made her point very clear to the nobleman. With that in mind, she began her walk back into the castle, planning to relax a moment before heading to supper.