I wouldn't have engaged in a sword (Hah no it was a curtain pole thingy) battle with my brother.
He made a jab at me, the stick got lodged in my eye, underneath my eyeball and remained there until my panicked father pulled it out. Luckily I had deja vu, instinctively closed my eyes, and all of the damage that was done was a bleeding eyeball...I was not blind in my left eye, thank god.
However I am now deathly afraid of thin sticks. And if you approach me with said weapon, I will either run from you or beg for you to drop it.