Foot soldier Tubston always led from the front. He knew a rifle was worth a hundred swords - but he liked the feel of hard steel in his hand and was deadly with his patented swiping cut. His opponent was Guardsman Grandger. His cutlass was small but his determination knew no bounds. There'd be no end to this stoush till one of them was lying defeated in the dirt.
As the battle raged, Tubston lay delirious on the floor. His hat was gone, his swordhand was empty - only his old friend Charlston was there to give him comfort.
