You both strike simultaneously, the guardsmen reeling under the blows.

"I think that is enough of armed combat, now lets see how you do unarmed"

"Lads, you know what to do"

"Ah sir"
"Yes chief"

Trent, your guard throws his club to the ground and wrests the staff out of your hands.

Baeln, the guard on you cracks you across the knuckles with his fist, causing you to drop your club also, he kicks it away.