Blindfolded.
He saw nothing.
He could feel the hilt of his sword in his hands.
He tasted the sweat on his lips.
He could hear heavy breathing in front of him.
He smelled the hot summer air around him.
He went for the strike.
After a moment he removed his blindfold.
"Good one," Remarked the High King, from the cobblestones. He heard the hearty laughing of their teacher, Orieus the centaur.
He helped the High King up. "King Edmund wins this round. Your training will continue tommorrow." Oreius announced in a booming voice.
And Edmund tasted victory.