Joseph had come to this realm on an official diplomatic visit, and had been shown the warriors, impressed by their skill and discipline that was displayed during drills, he expressed his admiration. There was a woman knight, Elinor, that seemed curious if he had the skill to be any sort to judge of their abilities to begin with, at least to his thinking. So, practice sessions on swordplay between them began, pushing each other more and more with each one. Joseph's sword, an Odachi, in the language of the land where it was forged, singing through the air before it would intercept the woman's blade to guide it past him. He did make a slight error in his balance, and she got an advantage, Joseph falling, her coming down, her blade in a position of advantage during the fall. What he had not used up until now, is the small dagger he tucked into the sash he wore around his waist. During the fall, he drew it, moving his arm around her body, pressing the hilt, not the blade, to a small gap in her armor he had noted during the days of practice sessions. He says, "Well, I'm trying not to actually cut you, if we were to use wooden practice blades, we could take things up another level, as for winning, that might be subjective Elinor." At that, he digs the pommel of his dagger into the gap in her armor, letting her know, she might not have come out of this confrontation unscathed, if it had been for real.