Then Robin saw, what he had not wotted of before, that the Friar had also a coat of chain mail beneath his gown.
"Look to thyself," cried Robin, drawing his good sword.
"Ay, marry," quoth the Friar, who held his already in his hand.

So, without more ado, they came together, and thereupon began a fierce and mighty battle.

Right and left, and up and down and back and forth they fought.

The swords flashed in the sun and then met with a clash that sounded far and near.

I wot this was no playful bout at quarterstaff, but a grim and serious fight of real earnest.