Ciri raised an eyebrow and a smirk at his comment about her being a bit young, but that only emboldened her to show them what she had. She had no illusions that she was better than these people, but she hoped to prove she was not a random rank amateur playing either. She took up the opening pose of what Lambert had called the "
Temerian Devil". She'd seen both Lambert, Geralt, and Vesemir use this in training. The others were in armor. Of course she knew it was only going to be a sparring match, but she treated it as she had been taught to treat a real fight, and so she went with the style suited to that.
It seemed that he expected her to just come at him, and she decided to oblige with a strong attack, deliberately clumsy, which he predictably blocked, but then she continued with a feint to her left, causing him to shift his weight. She took that opportunity to do a pirouette and use the wooden sword do a leg-sweep, taking the man unawares and off guard and having him prone on the ground. She pointed the outstretched sword towards the top of his head, but took a step back before doing so, to make it clear to him that she wasn't going to actually attack him.
She couldn't help but smile a bit as she saw her maneuvre worked. It was the first time she'd "fought" against anyone other than Geralt, Lambert, or Vesemir, and of course she'd never won against any of them. They didn't believe in letting her win. As Geralt had said: "Monsters won't let you win either".
But this time she had legitimately won, and she was beside herself with "giddyness"