Opting for the seasoned old man, the crowd erupts in cheers, chanting "Lucky! Lucky!"—evidently the man's name. James hands you a shield, and the match commences. In the initial exchanges, you endure a few formidable blows from the man's hammer, jarring your arm. However, just as you prepare to counter with strikes of your own, the man executes an unexpected, spinning move, resulting in the abrupt loss of his leg. After a moment of realization, you discern that it was his wooden leg, signaling the conclusion of the fight. Amidst the laughter of James and the realization that this is the third time such an incident has occurred this week, he casually remarks, "That's why we call him Lucky." The unexpected twist in the match and the man's nickname add a touch of humor to the proceedings, leaving a memorable impression on the sparring session.