Luck was not something that Anders bought into. He believed in fate and chance however, so when Galneak chose to fight with the 'The Brute' as he came to call him, fate gave him the opportunity to watch the fighting styles. Not being the one to go first offered many advantages in this combat, but the stoic expression he held was reserved for the next several moments of the fight. Galneak calculates swings and lets 'The Brute' press the attack at several points to gauge his ability. It was interesting seeing his style, as Galneak did not use his large form to oppress the fight like he expected.<br/><br/>The style was similar to his brothers, possessing a height and reach advantage with the weapon yet leaning into a more controlled and slow moving fight. Each motion was intended and gave room for counter maneuvers. When the next clash of blades came, the position of Galneaks shoulder suggested a counter, which came in the form of the hilt to the man's gut. It was painful to see, but had the brute been watching his opponents eyes and not the blade he would have known it were so.<br/><br/>As Galneak rounded on him, Anders offered a slight bow before his eyes caught sight of the woman again. Her beauty was truly something amazing, but now was not the time for gawking. He took a calculating measure of his blade and stepped forward. Galneak was a smart fighter, so Anders needed to be smarter. Using agility to his advantage, he took several quick jabs, rolling beneath the coming strike and taking  a slash while he dove towards Galneaks leg. The man had expected a strike after the roll so stumbled a bit avoiding the slash mid roll.<br/><br/>A small smirk of admiration crossed both of their faces, because regardless of the outcome, it would be a good fight. Anders pressed forwards then, using his blade to parry the coming strike and forcing Galneaks momentum to the side. The immediate correction and coming back steps were enough to know he caught him for a moment before stepping back again. The advantages Anders had coming from a fighting family lent him a bit of skill in the current moment. Galneak used a combination of sword styles, and almost used variations of each in his own unique version. It was smart, and likely why he lived as long as he did in this business.<br/><br/>The worst part about sword forms was that they were studied and trained. Over hundreds of years they saw little variation and maintained a focus on how their elders did things. It was foolish in his mind, as the longer sword forms were known, they counters were practiced as well. Because of this Anders pushed himself to learn everything about the blade that he could. He learned forms as well as their counters, so that when someone like Galneak came along, he could handle combat against them. Each time Galneak attempted an attack that countered his, Anders changed his footing and countered his strike. It was a style that most could not keep up with, which thankfully the agile armor helped with.<br/><br/>The question Galneak gave him in regards to his style drew a smile to his lips. Anders looked over each of the men around them and shrugged his shoulders. "I am from the east, should I get a position we can talk more about where specifically." he said, adjusting his shoulder and lunging forwards. It was time to prove himself and finish things before he grew exhausted. Galneaks next swings were probing, each a variation that pushed Anders onto his heels. He parried and blocked where he could, avoiding an elbow that came after one of the swings. Anders countered though, pushing back just enough to get a small opening. As soon as the blades collided, he dropped and slammed his shoulder into Galneaks chest.<br/><br/>The man stumbled just enough for Anders to whirl the blade around into the side of his leg. He held back from taking an actual cleave and removing his leg, instead stopping shy of his clothing. Sweat dripped from Anders face as he looked from Galneak to the stunned faces of the men around them. Each seemed to have questioning looks and 'The Brute' scowled as he shook his head slowly. Anders sheathed his blade and looked to the face of the woman, who for the moment was holding her hands to her head like she was in some sort of pain. He paid no mind to it though, as Galneak spoke "Very well. You get the job. Prepare yourself before we leave before sunset. If you need items, grab them from the general store. They will still cost gold, but for this sake the prices are reduced."  he said before waving off Anders.<br/><br/>Galneak turned towards the other men and looked to be starting the process of recompense for their failed trial. It was likely a coin, which did not interest Anders at the moment. He took several steps towards the building before looking at the woman. She still held a pained expression so he stepped a bit closer and cleared his throat to announce his presence. "Hello. I am Anders. I noticed you earlier but never got a chance to introduce myself. Now that I have the job, it seems appropriate." he said and extended a hand towards her.