This will be in 3rd person, maybe.

3rd person 

Y/n didn't freak out, didn't squeal, she just shrugged, "Okay." Seconds later, someone sat down beside her. "So, Y/n was it?" Mitch asked. She gave a curt nod. "So, um, how do you think you're gonna survive?" Y/n couldn't believe he actually just asked that. Jex couldn't either, thinking about inching away. Y/n held back a bite, "Oh, you know, by cutting anyone too close. Oh no, I feel your too close, might wanna back up." Mitch held back a laugh, "How are you gonna do that? When you can't even see them?" "Well," She started, "I can show you." Before Mitch could reply, she got up, walking over to an official. "Excuse me," She casually asked, "May I barrow that sword?" Without question, he handed it over. "Thank you, Sir." She walked back over. Everyone stopped and starred. Mitch thought the girl was gonna kill him. She stopped right in front of hi, handing him the weapon. Hesitantly, he took it, "Wh-what are you doing?" "Proving a point." She said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. She stepped back, holding up her stick as if it was a sword. "Okay this is insa-AH!" With a thwack! Her stick collided with his side, "Rule one of the streets: Always be ready. Now, come on, just try and win." Mitch hissed, raising the sword, "Fine. But don't cry when I hurt you!" Another thwack, and he got a stick to the face. "No need!" She laughed. Mitch didn't hesitate to swing his sword. Y/n jumped backwards, barely missing it. Everyone watched in horror, thinking one would die. He swung his sword again, Y/n did as well. The two collided, clashing. The two fought, repeatedly clashing the two together. "Come on, Mitch! I thought you were the great hunter! I don't even have a sword and I'm kicking your ass!" Mitch growled at the insult, swinging hard, just barely missing her neck. Y/n grinned, slapping the sword across his face, "If this was real, you'd be dead." She did it again, hitting his leg, slowing his movements. Another hit. Everyone present was on the edge of their seats, some trying not to laugh at the fact that the 'Blind Beggar' was beating the Feared Huntsmen. Jex laughed at the scene, cheering Y/n on. Y/n herself was having a ball, jumping around, laughing at his moves. He didn't seem like the feared huntsmen at the moment. Everyone certainly didn't think that at the moment. Then, Mitch pulled a filthy move, pinning the Blind Beggar to the wall. The sword pressed against her neck, threatening to cut her head off. He smirked, "Pretty good moves, but it's not good enough." The girl smiled innocently, "You played dirty....I suppose I have too as well. Rule Seven: Always un-arm the the fighter." Before Mitch could register what she ment, her stick was driven upwards, hitting between his legs, hard. Next, he was shoved aside, the sword snatched from his grip. "Nice try, Mitch, but you lost." She turned to walk away, leaving Mitch to writhe in pain. Y/n returned the sword, then took a seat. "That was awesome!" Jex said with a grin. "I know." Y/n giggled, holding her precious staff close. Someone started clapping, slowly, walking in. "How....interesting to watch this. How....interesting to watch the great hunter be beaten by...one...blind...girl." It was Lachlan, holding his own sword. He chuckled, looking at the Official who lended the sword, "And as for you. Giving that wretched creature a sword, how unprofessional. That kind of behavior isn't aloud here." Screams were then heard. The sound of blood splattering. And a body hitting the ground. Y/n found she was glad she couldn't see the mess. Lachlan smiled, turning to Y/n and Mitch, "Now, both of you, come with me." Fear was passed between the two. They both got up, and walked to the leader. What would happen? Would they be punished? Would their throats be slit, just like Lachlan threatened? Neither knew, but both were scared.