Willem was delighted by the trainer's response and immediately took the large stick and swung it a few times, allowing him to judge the weight of such an object. Entering an appropriate battle stance, he held the stick behind his arm and parallel to his right arm, by which he held it, and he threw his left hand in front of him, blocking his face. 
"But first, let's be clear of the rules. Would, say, grabbing a cup on top of that nearby chest of drawers and smashing it on your shoulder get me kicked out?" Willem smirked, eager to start this fight.

He had never been in many fights. However, he had always imagined that. The elegant ways both the duelers danced around each other with their weapons, how they struck and collided, how the greatest man always came up victorious. That, however, wasn't going to happen.