Laketown Circus and Tournament: Battle Royale

Battle Royale
Summary: The Battle Royale at the Laketown Tournament
Date: 16 July 2013
Related: Laketown Events
Alek Amira Augustus Isabella Jerric Kameron Katarina Morla Nathan Paule Pawel Prada Roltoff Sarah Xander Storyteller 

Laketown - Open Field
The tournament field is expansive and properly flattened to accommodate the events. The center is dominated by the list, deliniated by a series of wooden markers. To one side is a special dais for the highest sovereigns and their guests - the berfrois - where nobles and royals sit above the rest to view the events. To the left of the dais is a small circular station ringed with a single-rail fence where the melee events are hosted. Far off to the right a series of archery targets spaced at various intervals allow for archery competitions. Beyond all of this the field has been cleared for the various pavilions of those competing.
16 July 1329

As the contestants take to the field, the ringmaster of the circus comes out into the center of it all. "Good evening everyone, and welcome to the Laketown tournament free-for-all battle!" he calls out as he waits for the contestants to step forward after he makes the general call. "Each of our contestants today come from all over the Kingdoms and are competing for their choice of a set of full plate armor or a dirk of Ravas for their armory!" he announces, as he starts with the introductions.

"Up first, we have Sir Alek the Pretty, personal defender of Baroness Coriaria of Westmark, and believe me girls, they call him the Pretty for a reason. If I was into guys, I'd be interested!"

"Next is Lady Isabella, Squire to Duke Pawel of Wolveshire - one of the Breaktide girls, I am sure her interest in Sir Alek has everything to do with the Westmark and Sollinger inside battle and will not be romantic - unless they are star-crossed, one can never tell at these things!"

"Next is Sir Kameron, the royal guard. One of the Hallstrom lords, he's now in charge of the house and has a fine taste in wine and the company he keeps!"

"And then there is the broody, the moody, Duke Pawel of Wolveshire. You know what they say about a cornered wolf, let's see those claws and teeth come out tonight!"

"And the sellsword, Roltoff! One of Lady Prada's defenders, he fights for coin, I can't help but to wonder what his prize will be tonight!"

"Let's hear it for Sarah in the Sky! Beautiful and talented, wouldn't she be a worthy womann to take on adventures with you in the night or day?" he waggles his brows at that. "And you should see what she can do with a bow, boys!"

"And the last of our named contestants if Sir Xander Lohstren of Estermarch. A veteran of many of these battles, he came close to winning the marksmanship tournament the other day, and his lady love, Prada Varghem is here to cheer him on tonight!"

"And last but not least.. the mysterious Black Knight from parts unknown. We couldn't get Sir Krakensteel or the Phantom Dancer, so he'll have to do! Spoooky. Mysterrrrious."

"Remember, keep it clean, no decapitations, no killing blows, yields are expected! When you're ready, take your marks, and let's have a good clean battle!"

Taking a seat up in the stands with Katarina, Paule snacks on some corn popped on the cob to watch the competition begin. "I see you have your notepad, love. Anyone have your particular interest tonight?" he asks as he leans back to watch, the shadow count seeming to be just taking a passing interest in the event tonight.

As he is introduced, the Black Knight holds up a hand and turns to the crowed. Already he wears his helm with the visor closed. There is no adornment of any kind on his darkly tinted armor. The blade he carries is much like that seen by any Kniight. There is noting that would indicate who or where the fellow is or from.

Augustus moves to take a seat to watch those competing as is should be an interesting battle.

With charcoal poised over the notepad Katarina glances sidelong at Paule, "Aside from you?" is wondered in a voice shaded with amusement before she eyes the field again. "I'm just glad that none of our children are taking part in this event. As much fun as it would be, I find I enjoy these things more when the blood thirsty rage to go defend my children is not barking at me in a urgent tone of voice."

A glare goes in the direction of the ringmaster as Alek gets his introduction. Why again was it he let the /Baroness/ even talk him into doing this. And where was she even? He just shakes his head and gives a look about at the others competing as they are introduced as well.

Eyes on the field, Amira had arrived early and had taken a seat directly in the front. Her four guards that surround her, and her maid make it difficult for companionship too near, but at least she is safe right? As she sits in the crowd and the introductions are made, she applauds at every name, though her attention remains solely on one of them. Clasping her hands together on her lap, she settles in to watch. And to cheer on the one she favors.

With his introduction, Sir Xander accepts the favor of Prada and gives her a wide smile. "Thanks for the pep talk before the match, Prada." he says with a wink and places a kiss on the top of her hand before he draws his sword and shield and heads out, looking to see if a target presents itself as the fight is announced.

Roltoff raises his longsword and grins as he's introduced and looks to see Sarah and give her a wink.. Since he's not on either side he waits to see how they set up and moves to the one of the ends where the others are yet facing one another, he glances to both sides and cant help but think of how interesting this battle will go.

Sarah mrrs as she twirls her dagger idly through her fingers. She's wielding a short dirt and a set of light, leather armor. She's also wearing a rugged old cloak with a hood. Glancing about anxiously, she trots like a deer away from anyone who draws too close to her before the Melee actually begins. Her skirt swishes free at her thighs, but she's as armored as any skirmisher ought to be.

Carefully ensconced with a matching set of guards bearing Lohstren colors, Morla makes her way towards one of the seats in the stands making her way on over towards the area occupied by Prada. Offering a dip of her head in greeting towards the woman, she looks on out towards her cousin as he takes the field.

Nathan Westmark, dressed in simple browns and greens and grays as he eschews the attire of his house and his station, stands amongst the common men and women of Laketown. He leans up against the fence surrounding the list field, his brown hood drawn up over his head to ward off the sun, and perhaps prying eyes. He gaze wanders to the gathered nobles in the stands, but with time returns to the combat set to play out before him.

As her introduction is made, Bella glances to Duke Pawel with a smile and a look of awe. This is her very first such event and as she listens to the cheers, her own smile reflects the excitement she feels at being able to participate. Just a squire, she is nervous of course, but willing to give it her all! So, drawing her sword, she spreads her feet to shoulder width apart and squares her shoulders, a defensive stance as she dons her shield and prepares for the melee.

Kameron emerges onto the field wearing the full brigandine armor of a Royal Guard of Rheaden. He walks with a great deal of pride, the armor glistening in pristine shininess, clearly carefully tended to prior to this event. The red cape of the guard hangs still clasped around his neck with the golden lion broach. A page removes the cloak as another hands Kameron his sword and shield. Carefully wrapped and tied around the pommel of his broadsword is a choker necklace with read and gold ribbon. Kameron looks off towards the announcer, a little glare to his eyes, before he moves to his place on the field.

Bryony stands near to the fenceline. Her usually placid countenance is not anywhere to be seen. Rather, the healer can't seem to decide on excitement or worry. Fingers toy with the fabric of her skirts, rolling the lightweight wool between her fingers as she waits for things to begin.

The Ringmaster takes his place up in the stands, and the man next to him gives a hearty laugh. "Welcome to the Battle Royale, folks in the stands. I'm Sir Madden Johnswing and I successfully trained four winners of these battles and participated myself. Now looking at the field today, the variable we have out there is that Black Knight. Last time I saw one of them was on a playing card at the Flowering Vines, ho ho ho!" he guffaws, "I'd watch out for some early alliances in the match, and then for some backstabbing and such as it carries on. Already, we have Sir Xander stalking after Lady Isabella.. you know how them Lohstrens are, try to mount anything with legs and ride them hard and put them away wet, ho ho ho!" he guffaws again. "Oh and it looks like Sir Kameron is gonna test out the Black Knight. Now I've been to Westmark and had some Hallstrom wine. You can marinade anything in their wine and it will taste better, that is true. Now let's see who else matches up with who and let's get it on!"

After a brief nod and nervous smile to the Duke, Bella hears the announcer and her attention turns towards the man who had almost won the archery event and the squire tightens her hand on the pommel of her sword, preparing to defend herself and perhaps get an attack in between taking hits from the more experienced Knight.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Isabella with Broadsword - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Sarah passes.
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Alek with Broadsword but Alek DODGES!
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Jerric with Greatsword but Jerric DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Jerric with Broadsword - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jerric attacks Pawel with Bastardsword - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Xander with Broadsword - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Roltoff with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

Watching from the stands, Amira hangs on every word the announcer says while her gaze is riveted on the participants. Quietly she cheers them on, hands still clenched.

"Lady Morla!" Prada calls out to the woman offering her seat with a wave of her hand, "Please join me. We can watch your cousin be beat about the neck and shoulders at his own choosing." she jest. She then glances around quick before looking back toward the lady to drop her voice to a whisper, "It would seem all is in place." then her voice rises "For a blessed change."

Roltoff in *croc* armor charges after his target the Knight of westmark Sir alek. He's not really met the man before but what a way to get first intorductions out of the way as he keeps his shield held down in front of him to protect his vitals as he Swings his longsword at the knight and watchs as the knight just evades the blow ment for him. Roltoff grins. "Well met sir.. "

The Knight in black first bows his head but says nothing to the Duke. He then readies himself for the fight. When it's called, he waits for the Duke to swing at him. His own blade comes up easily and blocks it with a crash of steel on steel. Then with a quick twist of his writs he brings it down onto the exposed arm of the Wolveshire man. Still he says nothing as he circles, save for the hint of a chuckle.

Sarah takes off like a doe as soon as the Melee is joined. Ducking and weaving and even diving into a roll, Sarah makes a mad dash around the outside of the action, making sure to keep low and avoiding being engaged. When confronted, her dagger and dirk flash in a florentine fashion, her cloak creating a small tornado of cloth about her as she whirls and fades.

Pretty and quick it would seem as Alek easily dodges the attack that comes at him before he spins back and sends his Greatsword clashing into the armor covering the sellswords chest. A flighty step taken back as a charming smile is given,"Indeed, shall we dance some more?"

Sir Madden ho ho ho, "Did you see that, already Sir Xander is trying to take Lady Isabella by her wedding arm, ho ho ho! And we have a lot of clanging and swinging down there in the pit, looks like Xander gets the first wound marker of the fight. Now lets see if he has the endurance to finish her off, ho ho ho!" he announces. "And looks at that, we got two folks after our mysterious knight, a couple of swishes and a block! Lady Isabella tries to attack Sir Xander and he blocks the attack! And the sellsword swings at the pretty and that's a whiff and a miss! And Alek the pretty gets in a blow on Roltoff! Oh, that didn't look like it did much to the sellsword! And it seems that Sarah of the Sky has decided that this is a dance recital, not a battle, ho ho ho!"

Taking the blow from the Knight in Black, letting his armor absorb it, Pawel chuckles, from underneath the visored helm he wears. "Nice try," he comments, before he moves for the enemy again, this time trying a slash for the man's knees, rather forcefully.

"El will be sorry he has missed the royale," Morla comments as she moves to join at Prada's side. Her two guards take up residence with one behind and one on her other side as she leans in towards the Varghem lady. The announcer is given a momentary glance for his dry wit, before she lowers her voice to engage in quiet discourse with the other noblewoman.

"I see Pawel's been keeping you up on your training, Bella.." Xander says with a teasing and playful smile as he circles with the squire. "But are you ready to stand on your own yet and take the title of knight?" he asks her, a scrap of his blade against the woman's arm as his own shield moves to defend the attack from her in return. "Attacking the shield side, just like the Duke." he admonishes gently.

Nathan watches the battle, and thumps his fist on the fence several times in excitement. "Come on Breaktide!" He calls out to Isabella, and winces then as she is struck. "Not a good start." The Westmark Knight says quietly, and leans heavily against the fence.

"What have you seen so far, Kat?" Paule asks casually as he pops in some more popcorn as he glances over to the cheering man and his gaze narrows. "Cheering a Sollinger vassal?" he asks, a lift of his brow and a slight /feh/ in his voice.

Kameron swings his sword at the Black Knight, a rather cocky smirk on his face as he makes the attack. The Black Knight is perhaps too taken with his own target to fully block the attack from The Kid, and so his broadsword strikes the knight's wrist.

Morla whispers to Prada.

As the sword of the Lohstren makes contact with her arm, Bella flinches and goes into a more defensive stance, her shield up, her blade ready. When he speaks to her, she smiles in return and there is no malice in her expression, she is still just truly happy to be participating. "I suggest a brief alliance instead, since you know I will be so easily taken out. The two of us in the final two would be a sure win for you, good Sir." It is all she can do to try and alter her fate other than being extremely lucky.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Isabella with Broadsword but Isabella DODGES!
<COMBAT> Sarah passes.
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Alek with Broadsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Jerric with Greatsword but Jerric DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Jerric with Broadsword but Jerric DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jerric attacks Pawel with Bastardsword but Pawel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Xander with Broadsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Roltoff with Greatsword but Roltoff DODGES!

"Ho ho ho, and now we're breaking wind out on the field!" Sir Madden announces as he chuckles in that obnoxious way. "The sellsword gets in a good whack on the Pretty one, but other than that, we have misses abound!"

Alek just growls when the sword hits him, obviously displeased by the turn and over stepping in his own swing that just tastes air when he tries to return the favour to Roltoff.

Xander was about to come after Isabella full force, but at her querry, he pulls his blow at the last second. "Agreed. For now." the tourney knight offers and breaks off his attack. Looking around, he sees poor Sarah out there dancing all by herself, and comes towards her, sword at the ready, preparing to give her a decent whack should the opprotunity present itself.

Again the steel on steel rings as the Black Knight easily blocks the swing of the Duke's. But then, out of the corner of his eye he catches the swing of another sword coming at him. He takes a half step to the right, blocks the attack from the side of Kameron before he allows his swing, albet a weak one, carry on to Pawel. A grunt is given to Kameron before he looks back to the Duke "Eh, two on one," comes his muffled voice. "Shall we really see who is the better?" And he launches a fast and aggressive attack on the Duke, ever watchful on the Guard.

Expecting the attack now, Bella lifts her shield just in time, her more defensive stance serving her well. Hearing the familiar voice of encouragement from the crowd, her smile widens. A fan? How exciting! It serves to boost her confidence and although as he agrees, she also pulls back her blade, though judging by his moves, he would have dodged it anyway. So she also turns and concentrates to another target.

Roltoff smiles as he return alek's comment "but of course and steps inside the mans greatsword as it sails past him as his own blade across the chest, sliding across the armor until he slips in to find some flesh to cut. While the cut wasn't very deep he at least scored first blood on the Westmark knight.

Prada chuckles softly at the whispered words, her gaze traveling to her brother, "At least he is out and about. I shant complain with that." The she leans to whisper to the Lady of Lohstren a few words expressed through eye rolling and a laugh, "The young ones always are."

"What, you don't like corn?" Paule asks his wife with a smirk. "You used to eat this stuff all the time." he says with a faint frown. "Is there something else I can get you, Katarina?"

Sarah is once again dodging through the mass, though this time she cuts diagonally right through the center. Her cloak whirls and spins, and once she even skids on her slippers, going down hard on her leather knee-guards as she leans backwards under a slashing blade. Her eyes wide, the archer and rogue leaps to her feet and she dashes off before the sword can come back for another try!

"The better man would be the one standing when all others have fallen, good sir," Pawel remarks as he sidesteps the incoming attack, once more aiming for the unknown man. Not moving in as forcefully as the other man, it would seem.

Kameron laughs a confident chuckle as he swings and the Black Knight manages to dodge. "Just trying to keep things fair, Blackie," he says with a smirk. He lifts his sword again, ready to continue the attack.

Nathan turns to glance back towards Paule, his hood still covering most of his face in darkness. "My appologies your excelency," the Warden says quietly, bowing his head. "I'll move further down as to not trouble your ears with my cheers." With that said the Woodsman bows slightly, and moves further down the fence. His eyes remain on Isabella for now, and he nods his head approvingly when she teams up with Xander.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Sarah with Broadsword but Sarah DODGES!
<COMBAT> Sarah passes.
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Alek with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Jerric with Greatsword - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Jerric with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jerric attacks Pawel with Bastardsword - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Roltoff with Broadsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Roltoff with Greatsword but Roltoff DODGES!

From the stands, the show certainly is a good one and Amira does not look away! Seeing all the swords swinging while the shields are lifted and armor hit, the sound of steel on steel is something indeed to behold!

Within the stands, Morla smirks slightly as she nods a little to something said. Her eyes continue to linger upon the field of combatants as she remains calm and collected. Again she leans to continue her quiet conversation with the Varghem noblewoman.

"I see you found a spot you like," comes the hiss from Alek when Roltoff ends up hitting him in the same opening. "Though it seems we have company in this dance." His blade again coming to taste air as Rolfoff manages to dodge his swing yet again.

"And it seems the pre-combat jitters are wearing off!" Sir Madden announces. "We have several hits - the sellsword gets a nasty hit on the pretty, oooh! The Black Knight tried to take off the Duke's head, I don't see any penalty flags though, so it must have been incidental contact!" he calls out. "And the two attackers, Pawel and Hallstrom get in a pair of blows on the Black Knight! It seems that Lohstren and Breaktide have ended their fight and the Lohstren has found a new dance partner, while Breaktide is double teaming the sellsword, maybe a friendly alliance with the pretty!"

Two on one, yea, ok. The hits do register, a bit of a favoring on his leg and a hand clutches at his chest before falling back to the hilt of his bastardsword. "One for one," he mumbles to the Duke before looking to the Guard "Are you sure you want to play this game, boy?" And then the Duke is forgotten as he goes after the Guard, his sword swinging for the Royal Guard "Maybe you can explain why you come limping home and nursing more wounds?"

"Hold still, little butterfly!" Xander says cheerfully to Sarah. "You could not wait to be close to me the other night, and now you flee." he teases her. "Surely my Prada has not scared you that much?" Commented as he continues to chase after the little twirling whirling dirvish, he prepares another swipe at her.

Grins as he faces off with the westmark knight and scores a more solid hit on him this time, as he avoids not one blow but another as well from the Taniford squire. "a bit of two on one. " he chuckles. and looks to Alek and then to isabella "shall we return the favor sir knight."

Turning to see who swung at her, Sarah gasps as she sees Xander. Her eyes going wide as saucers, Sarah turns and breaks into a sprint, running for a man who's been knocked to one knee by a blow. Leaping up onto the small of his back, she vaults over the man and into the air, attempting to put some distance between her and Xander before she wheels around to face him, twinned blades ready.

Katarina shakes her head slightly, "No. Just. . make sure to eat something else after that so it doesn't linger," she says quietly with a roll of one shoulder in a shrug.

Taking the hit from the unknown knight, Pawel moves for the man again, more forcefully after a few moments to compose himself again from the attack. Moving in for another attack now, he smiles a bit, even though the other man's attention seems to be on Kameron for the moment.

"Shall I go get a pickle to ease your stomach, Countess?" Paule asks in genuine concern, his eyes studying his wife.

Katarina casually jabs one elbow into Paule's side, "Hah. Very funny. Hah. It IS to laugh."

"Oof. Or some leavened bread?" Paule continues, teasing her mercilessly.

The armor of the sellsword is strong and Bella's attack fails to do any harm. When another focuses on her, she turns to face the unknown Knight, her blade drawn, her shield up, listening to the cheering in the audience and she's still wearing her smile.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Sarah with Broadsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Xander with Dirk and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword but Isabella DODGES!
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Jerric with Greatsword but Jerric DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Jerric with Broadsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jerric attacks Kameron with Bastardsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Alek with Broadsword but Alek DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Isabella with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

Sir Madden comments. "Oh, looks like Sir Lohstren got him some of Mistress Sarah's chest. Speaking of breast, this match is sponsored by Tranaham Smoked Meats. If you like it good and smoked with hard wood, chose Tranaham. Me, I'm more of a leg man myself. Like this delicious turkey leg I got here.." he takes a bite and starts to choke on it, coughing and sputtering and losing the rest of his commentary.

"Definitly," comes Alek's response to Roltoff, turning easily to attack the woman who has entered into the mix with he and Roltoff. Sending Isabeela c harming smile just as she swings at him, dodging the blade,"Here, Squire, let me show you how it's supposed to be done," as his sword swing in and strikes Isabella's chest.

It would see that the Black Knight guessed that the Duke would try to strike him as he turned on the Guard. For his sword was already there ready to stop the attack. The Knight then wheels, the blade swinging overhead and coming down onto the chest of the Guard, The kiss of steal upon the armor rings loudly as he gives Pawel a look through his visor "Gotta do better than that, old man," his voice still muffled. Then to the Guard he advances again, The bastard sword being wielded like a much lesser sword in a man's hands. It seems to fly through the air, and again he goes after the guard.

As he takes swipe at Sarah, Xander keeps just enough distance to keep Sarah's dirk out of the range of hitting him. "You should learn to use a longer weapon, Mistress." the young man offers as he continues his merry chase of the young woman, just to slow down as she draws her weapons, and lifts a hand to give her a 'come and get some' gesture.

Roltoff chimes in on the strike of the Taniford squire, but as she dodges his blow he notices that Alek's blade seems to not only stike the squire but draw some blood as well. "No hard feelings squire but you did interupt a friendly duel. " he says with a warm smile of his own.

Shaking his head a bit as he sees his own miss not managing to hit the mystery knight at the moment, Pawel steps back, and looks around for a few moments now. Seeing the people around Bella, he heads in that direction, moving in for a quick slash at Alek now. "We'll see how it's done, good sir," he remarks, with a bit of a chuckle.

Sarah yelps as she's knicked and she scowls, a few of her bodice's laces severed…but thankfully only a couple. When the announcer mocks her plight, she scowls, shouting, "I'll show you some…!" Then she blinks, her expression faulting, "Um, nevermind, no I won't!" Jumping backwards from Xander, she hops in a zig-zag pattern, trying to put some distance between them before wheeling around on his left side. At his invitation, she grrs and moves in, attempting another swipe!

Kameron spins around and takes a swing at the Black Knight. The Knight is faster than he, and dodges, and Kameron takes a slice across his chest armor. He laughs, hopping backward a step. "Easy there, Blackie!" He laughs, and raises his sword, seeing the Black Knight still advancing.

Once more, Bella takes a hit, but this time it's from the unknown (to her) knight. It hurts and for the first time her smile slips, a slight puckering between her brows an indication of the pain from the hit. The attack from the Sellsword throws off her moves. It also aids her in missing her own slash towards the knight and she misses completely.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Sarah with Broadsword but Sarah DODGES!
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Xander with Dirk and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Alek with Greatsword - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Jerric with Broadsword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jerric attacks Kameron with Bastardsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Alek with Broadsword but Alek DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Isabella with Greatsword but Isabella DODGES!

"I should send you to find something impossible," Katarina remarks after having been absorbed by the continuing commentary and.. the ongoing brawl.

Sir Madden hack coughs. "Sorry, she's a redhead, they always have magnificent… hair." Another cough. "Anyway, OOOH! The sellsword gets in a nasty whack on Isabella's head, maybe she can get Alek the Pretty to kiss it better!" he calls out. "And we have a hit on Alek from Pawel, who apparently doesn't like the attention that the knight is paying to his squire. Oh my!"

With Sarah on the attack, Xander backs up, allowing her to swing away and uses his sword in a defensive posture. "Good, good, you can be taught!" he says to the girl, taunting her further, keeping her off balance as he suddenly moves in on the attack.

More concerned to his attack on the Guard, the Black Knight just ducks and a ting of the sword on his visored helmet is heard. But it was enough to throw off his own attack as his sword swings wide. He does not pause though and continues his pursuit on the Royal Guard of Rhaedan "Is that how they train you in the North?" And again his sword is swinging at the young lad.

Well it seems this time Roltoff scores a hit on the Squire as his blow slams into her helmeted head before being deflected.. as he notices a bit of blood possibly trickling down from under it. "you can yield at any time squire." he says politely.

A glance goes Pawel's way as he joins the the little party,"WIll you now?" Alek giving a pretty smirk when his hand is knicked,"A scratch is what you call showing me?" Though it seems enough of a distraction to aid Isabella in doging Alek's own swing of the sword.

As Xander suddenly shifts to move in on the attack, Sarah pivots around on her heel, her cloak flying up as a distraction between them. Looping it about her forearm, Sarah attempts to catch the flashing weapon within folds of cloth, her dirk sliding out and around with a sudden battle cry!

Pawel lets out a bit of a chuckle as he hears Alek's words, shaking his head a little as he hears the man's reply. "Only the warmups," he remarks, a bit lightly now.

Since Bella had only attacked the sellsword once then left him to it, she had given him two swings at her before she turns back towards him, intent on doing all she can to hit him back. If she is bleeding, she tries not to notice it. If the unknown knight is still attacking her, she does not return it, instead, she focuses intently on the sellsword. "I shall not yield to you." The words are firm, yet there is no anger in them. She is still just intent on surviving the round.

Although Prada has spoken with Lady Morla, her gaze shifts between three in the pit and shakes her head, "It's a pity really. Far more to that one than I believe he even knows himself." she tells the lady quickly before returning to their hushed conversation.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Sarah with Broadsword but Sarah DODGES!
<COMBAT> Sarah subdues Xander!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Alek with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Jerric with Broadsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jerric attacks Kameron with Bastardsword - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Roltoff with Broadsword but Roltoff DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Pawel with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

Kameron slams his sword across the Black Knight's helm, and then quickly dodges the return blow. He laughs, "At least I was trained!"

Roltoff see's alek break off to engage pawel and scores a hit on the taniford duke, just as he miss's his blow on the taniford knight miss's while he dodges her own blow. "ok this is getting rediculous.. but very fun." he says grinning.

Finding his sword arm tangled up in Sarah's cloak, Xander gives a confused look as the woman tries to bundle him up. "What in the four chasms are you doing!" the knight says as he tries to escape from Sarah's trap.

The cloak wraps around the broadsword and Sarah gives it a hard pull, driving her dirk forward. It's held perpendicular to Xander's throat, and, as she has him there, she says simply, "Yield." Her blue eyes are flashing bright, her red hair wild and free.

Able to dodge the attack from the sellsword once more, Bella also fails to connect when she swings! Taking just a moment to breathe, she goes more aggressive for her attack now.

"Not a chance!" Xander growls, rolling back into her cloak and trying to reverse it and use his blade to cut himself free - and ruin her cloak in the process.

A chuckle comes from the Black Knight as his sword impacts the Guard. Yet the attack has left him open and the sword does strike the Black Knight. But the other is hurt, down, and that is enough for the unnamed knight. He holds up his hand, the sword shifted to his left and he turns to leave the fight. Making his way around the others as he goes. Once near the gate in the rink, he pauses, leans on it and fights for breath. His right hand has long fallen to his chest, there the metal of the armor has ripped and blood seeps from it. Quickly two men rush to the aid of the Knight. Both wearing black, one takes the sword and both put the Knight's arms over their shoulder and provide assistance for the fell.

A charming grin is given to Pawel as Alek turns to face him,"Warm up indeed." Raising his blade to stirke at Pawel, a smirks as Pawel's blade bounces off his armor,"Come now, even the sellsword got in a better hit, here, shall I show you how it's done?" Rounding the swing down to striek Pawel acro the chest in the same fashion, and having much better luck with it. But in just that same moment some brave and highly stupid messager rushes onto the field and whispers something to Alek which brings about a growl,"Damn her!! Damn her to the depths of the deepest well!!" A fine string of curses fly as Alek disenages from the Duke and runs from the field, shouting at Paule,"Your daughter is going to be my death yet!" And he just keeps going, no further explanatnion or true yielding to the field.

"Hey, you wanted to stay with her!" Paule shouts back. "If you were a noble, I'd marry your ass to her!"

Kameron slashes across the Black Knight's chest, a rather strong blow, and in a moment of youthful cockiness, he laughs, "Yeah!" And then the Black Knight's sword strikes his neck. He stumbles back a few steps, a little waver to it, clearly stunned. He lifts his hand to his neck, tilting his head as he looks at the Black Knight. "…Heh… That hurt…" he says quietly, a little surprised. He looks at the favor wrapped around the hilt of his sword, and then straightens, summoning a bit of a second wind, and raising his sword once more. When the Black Knight yields, Sir Kameron bows, and he calls, "Well met, Dark Knight," respectfully. Then he turns to fight more, heading for Pawel.

As he's getting hit from the incoming attack now, Pawel switches to a more defensive tactic, before he blinks a bit as he sees his opponent head out. "Okay…" he mutters, turning to look around the field again now. Seeing Kameron approaching him, he moves for the man, trying a bit more of a cautious attack now.

<COMBAT> Xander escapes from Sarah.
<COMBAT> Sarah subdues Xander!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Kameron with Greatsword but Kameron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Pawel with Broadsword - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jerric tries to attack but has no target!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Roltoff with Broadsword - Light wound to Left Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jerric has left the combat.

Just as he starts to break free, Xander trips on Sarah's cloak and hits the ground. "Ravas dammit!" he growls, trying to get himself free again. "This is getting annoying as all the chasms at once!"

Roltoff smiles as he continues to fight the spirited squire. " as his blade slams across her abdomen drawing even more blood from her, just as her own blade scores on his leg…

The fiery adventurer grins down at the prone Xander wink a flirty wink, her left foot planting firmly on his chest. "Should have yielded… I didn't have to let you off easy, you know…" But when Xander start to struggle again, Sarah frowns, furrowing her brow, "Oh for the love of the Wind, stop it! I don't want to hurt you!" Her dirk flashes, making for his sword hand with the flat.

When Rolt strikes hard to her abdomen, Bella feels it underneath her armor too well and she goes down. She doesn't allow herself to stay down long before she's back on her feet and swinging for the man with renewed vigor.

Frowning as he takes a hit to the hand, Pawel offers a bit of a chuckle towards Kameron. "We meet again, good sir," he remarks, before he moves in with another attack now.

"Our daughter would disown us," Katarina reminds Paule with a chuckle, shaking her head as she watches Alek take his leave from the field. The rest of the remaining field of contest is eyed, though she's kept her attention focused rather calmly the entire time.

Kameron leaps back, avoiding Pawel's strike as he slices across Pawel's gauntlet. He smiles, a wide, youthful grin filled with bright, giant teeth and dimples. He spins the sword once, a little cocky, and nods, "Let's dance, Sir."

Up in the stands, Amira continues watching the field as the strikes continue to alter back and forth with no clear winner yet, but one does seem to not have any damage, compared to the others.

<COMBAT> Xander attempts to escape but is no longer subdued!
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Xander with Dirk but Xander DODGES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Kameron with Greatsword but Kameron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Pawel with Broadsword but Pawel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Roltoff with Broadsword but Roltoff DODGES!

Rolling away from the cloak finally, Xander gets back to his feet, dirty, but yet unscathed as Sarah's blade hits the dirt. "Well, now that you're back into this - do you want to continue this dance?" he asks, as he brings his sword back into the ready position.

Roltoff continues to circle the young squire and smiles as his blow strikes her again but her armor stops the blade from penatration. "Good armor there squire " he says as he ducks under her counter strike.

Certainly her game is off now as Bella tries to strike and cannot seem to hit. The wound on her head is throbbing as well as the one to her abdomen and her arm. Her sword seems almost unbearably heavy and she lifts it one more time. "Thank you, Sir," she says almost weakly, but she continues to push on.

"It looks like we have a close one out there, a lot of hits, and the fatigue factor is starting to set in. With three down, what will happen now?" Sir Madden says, "It's not a race, it's a marathon, I always say, ho ho ho!"

"Dance," Pawel remarks a bit lightly, before he jumps out of the way of the incoming attack, but in turn misses his own. Moving in a bit more aggressively now.

Sarah furrows her brow, looking unhappy. "I gave you two honorable opportunities to withdraw from the field… I'm regretting the effort." She whirls her dirk about in a figure eight, and flips her dagger into a reverse-grip position. Backing up slowly, her eyes narrow, with her stance low and tense.

Kameron swings and misses, rolling his shoulder to spin and avoid Pawel's counterattack. His expression gets a little more serious when they both miss. "Really?" he asks, as if to imply, 'that's all you have?'

"Probably." Paule says with a smirk. "It's her decision. I just wonder what was so important that Coriaria needed Alek right now.." he says, just imagining what it could be.

"Oh Alek, you're here!" dream Coriaria coos. "I.. I need you.." she says.

"What is it you need, m'lady?" Dream Alek asks, hair flowing in the wind.

"…I.. I painted my fingers first and now I need someone to do my toes!" D.C. wails.

Dream Alek and Paule both facepalm.

<COMBAT> Xander passes.
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Xander with Dirk and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Kameron with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Pawel with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Roltoff with Broadsword but Roltoff DODGES!

Xander actually does not attack this round, just to frown at Sarah as he steps away from the attack. "That's because this is a mock battle. Not the real thing, Sarah!" he says to her. "The rules in a tournament are different. You go for the knock out, not the subdue!"

Sarah shakes her head slowly, "Very well…" She raises her dagger defensively and crouches a bit, dirk held at the ready in her left hand. Her old cloak is ragged, but it looks as though it was falling apart already. She slowly circles left, around Xander.

Roltoff continues to circle the squire and brings his blade down right at neck level but the armor protecting her neck blocks his attack. "hmm such annoying armor. " he says teasingly.. he eyes alight with michief and joy.

Definitely weak from the wounds, Bella cannot seem to manage to swing her sword enough to do any good, because Rolt so easily misses it each and every time. As he makes contact again, the armor stops any damage to herself, luckily, and she lifts her blade by sheer force of will to swing it once more at Roltoff.

Still engaged in quiet conversation with the Lady Prada, Morla watches the battle with a half-interest. The arrival of a courier bearing house colors gives her a slight pause as she takes the missive and peruses it silently. After a few moments, she rises from her place in the stands and offers to her companion quietly, "I fear there are matters to which I must attend. I trust you will see to it well, Lady Prada, that House Lohstren has at least one supporter in residence for my dear cousin." Even as she speaks, her guards rise as well to join their lady as the trio prepare to take their leave.

Taking a solid hit to his chest, Pawel staggers back a bit now. As he works on recovering, he opens the visor of his helm, to spit out some blood, before closing it and advancing for the northerner again, letting out a bit of a grunt as he does.

Kameron skips aside to avoid Pawel's attack, countering with his own slice across the Taniford's chest. He shouts, "Rawr!" as he does it, and spins around to fight more. When Pawel lifts his visor, Kameron lifts his chin a bit, taking a good, long stare at the man's face. He grins just a little, and then lifts his sword.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Sarah with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Xander with Dirk and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword but Isabella DODGES!
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Kameron with Greatsword but Kameron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Pawel with Broadsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Roltoff with Broadsword and MISSES!

As Xander swings in his sword at Sarah at close range, he suddenly recommends. "May I suggest that you look for a new target and we continue this later?" he tells her, keeping them close together, just out of range of her dirk as she swipes it at him again.

Roltoff can't help but laugh at the determination of the squire. "I will allow you to yield should you desire it, you fought well and bravely.. " and even as his makes this gesture his blade miss's the squire by inches. "getting closer!" he says tauntingly.

Katarina gives a quiet snicker, not a laugh but a genuine snicker of amusement. "I believe.. I'll relate that entire little play to Cricket," she promises with a grin.

And still, Bella has enough strength to dodge but not enough to counter strike Roltoff and as her opponent speaks to her, she just ignores him this time, not bothering to decline to yield. No way was she taught to give in. Not when she was determined to go out with a fight.

"You will do no such thing, less I start withholding things from you." Paule mock threatens his wife as he gives her a playful wink.

Kameron swings once more at Pawel, again striking the man's chest. He quickly maneuvers out of the way of Pawel's attack, and he laughs, "The Kid strikes the Fox again!" he says, taunting the other man.

"Fox?" Pawel replies, shaking his head a little. "No foxes here, kid." Moving in for another attack now, rather quickly.

Sarah scowls, the leather banding about her midsection having taken a hard hit and knocked the wind out of her for a moment. Still stumbling backwards with a hand on her stomach, she nods. "…All right. You'd better last long enough for me to knock you out, though!" Tucking her dagger into her belt suddenly, Sarah cartwheels backwards and performs a twisting spin through the air, which vaults her over the empty hand. Landing with a sharp look around, she suddenly whips the dagger back out and attempts to sprint down Isabella, approaching from behind!

"We shall see." Xander says as he turns and breaks contact from Sarah as he whirls around and suddenly gives a charge, his blade slashing towards Kameron - hey, he's courting Pawel's sister - there's got to be some famila protection in there.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Kameron with Broadsword but Kameron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Isabella with Dirk but Isabella DODGES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Kameron with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Pawel with Broadsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Roltoff with Broadsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

"Mmhmm," Katarina says, tracking the combatants that have departed the field and waving one of pages that lurk in the crowd, speaks quietly and sends the page on his way.

Roltoff grunts as he scores another hit to the squires leg but this time she finds a weakness in his own armor and he staggers back a bit. "hmm Nicely done squire.. Nicely done."

Having fallen asleep in the stands, someone nudges the drooling Sir Madden awake. "Huh? What? They're still going? And we had some hard hits that last round! Will someone already give in?"

Kameron strikes at Pawel again, another strike across Pawel's chest. Suddenly, he's being charged at by Xander, and he quickly turns to avoid Xander's sword, but it leaves him open to take a slice across his arm from Pawel. He snarls, and repeats, "Really!?!" He looks at his bloody arm, smirking a bit. Then he glances between Xander and Pawel, "The Fox needs help," he says, nodding to himself. "Okay then."

With renewed determination, Bella feels the hit to her leg just as she attempts and succeeds in a slash across the abdomen of Roltoff, her opponent while attempting to avoid Sarah at the same time.

There's a brief pause as he sees Xander join in now, and Pawel offers the man a bit of a nod, before he turns back to the battle against the Hallstrom once more. Starting to circle around the northerner, trying to make the man have to focus on two places at the same time, he moves in for a quick slash now.

"I'm just the distraction for the wolf. Hey, future brother, you got this?" Xander asks with a cavalier grin before he keeps the attack up between the others, keeping Kameron busy for the moment.

Sarah darts left and right, trying to keep Isabella pinned between Roltoff and herself, her twin blades flashing and whirling as she brings them up like the inward-facing mandibles of a spider. The high guard doesn't last for long, however, and she eventually spins them into a more subdued stance, her dirk flashing out when Roltoff makes his swing.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Kameron with Broadsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Isabella with Dirk - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Isabella with Broadsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Kameron with Greatsword - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kameron attacks Pawel with Broadsword - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Roltoff with Broadsword but Roltoff DODGES!

"And down goes Kameron the Kid! He put up a heck of a fight, but now the alliances are being formed and broken to bring an end to the match!" Sir Madden announces as he settles back to drink some of that fine Hallstrom wine and belch.

Kameron smirks at Xander, and then lunges to attack Pawel, his sword slicing across the man's arm. At the same moment, Xander strikes Kameron across the chest, and Pawel strikes Kameron's arm. It knocks the breath out of him, and he tumbles to the ground with an, "Oof!" He lays there a moment, spacey, trying to catch his breath. Several pages rush over and help him up, and they lead him off the field.

However anyone could possibly grow bored with the fighting around them is anyone's question. Yet Lady Prada does. She yawns, stretches, then leans to search her bag for scrap of parment and barely there piece of charcoal. With rapid strokes the lady pencils a quick message and calls a guard to her side. "Take this to the Westmarks please." she whispers before returning her eyes to the pit. "Come on all ready someone die, or bleed heavily, knee to the groin would be nice, how bout a bit of an old ear!" she calls out as the guard hurries way to deliver her message.

"See you, Kid." Xander says as Kameron is helped off, and then his attention turns to his future brother. "Hey Your Grace? Mind if I borrow that sword after I do this?" And with that, he moves to attack the Duke.

When she keeps getting attacked, Bella turns to the girl from the archery contest and is determined to get her off her. Like a pesky insect.

Sarah is busy trying to slip into Isabella when suddenly she's being turned on! Her eyes go wide, and she dances backwards with several long, sudden strides. When Rolt turns on her as well, she scowls, "You bastard!"

Roltoff grins impishly " nothin' personal " he says as he shifts to attck sarah.. "but Im wanting to win any way possible."

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Pawel with Broadsword - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Isabella with Dirk and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Sarah with Broadsword but Sarah DODGES!
<COMBAT> Pawel attacks Xander with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Sarah with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

"Thanks. I think I will." Xander says as he takes a swipe at Pawel's midsection. "Yield." he offers to the Duke with a grin. "And we'll keep the idea to trade our sisters in marriage." There's another wink.

As soon as Kameron is led from the field and the Mystery Knight is gone as well, Amira rises from her seat and accompanied by her guards leaves the stands to go and check on the both of them.

Katarina glances toward the guard, sh eknows one when she sees one, and - after glancing at it she feels a smile form and quickly writes a reply. She leans to the side, looking through the crowd until she spots Prada and gives a wave to accompany the warm smile before sending the guard back with her message.

Glancing at the message, Paule looks to his wife, and grins. "You have this, love?" he asks with a small chuckle. "Maybe she's asking about something for her and her boy."

Agreeing to isa's unspoken request request he turns to aid the squre in attacking sarah and as she avoids his blow he at least see's that isabella manages to score a hit on her this time around.

Scowling at Roltoff, Sarah glances sidelong at Isabella, still smarting from the wound the other woman gave her—more bruises this time, and less broken laces. "Sorry about that. Would you mind staying here while I take care of something?" And with that she's running, diving, and sliding behind Roltoff! Rolling up to her feet, her weapons flash about her as she comes in with a battle cry! "RAWR!"

Getting the wind knocked out of him by that attack, Pawel sinks down to the knees now, grimacing for a few moments. "Okay, you win, Sir Xander," Pawel replies, when he's gotten some air back into his system, before he adds, "Speaking of our sisters, I think I might need some help from your sister's healing skills…" Spoken a bit quietly, before he adds, "Good luck with the rest of the battle." And then he gets himself to his feet, and stumbles off the field now.

Accepting Pawel's sword, Xander chuckles. "She's good at that. And now that the knight is down.." the man turns and charges towards Isabella to take a swipe at her to try to take her out of the combat as well.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Isabella with Greatsword - Critical wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Sarah attacks Roltoff with Dirk but Roltoff DODGES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Sarah with Broadsword but Sarah DODGES!
<COMBAT> Isabella attacks Sarah with Broadsword - Serious wound to Neck.

"And we're down to two!" Sir Madden says. "Roltoff the sellsword and Sir Xander Lohstren! Who will win!"

"You know, Rolt.. you could just yield now. There's honor in that. You've taken a beating." Xander offers, circling the sellsword. "You've had a long day. Let me buy you a mead." he grins, ready to attack just in case.

Roltoff chuckles, "why thats mighty kind of you Sir.. but ya see I need to win me that trophy, got someone to give it too. " as he shifts his stance and waist to see that massive blade come his way. "though you could yield yerself." he counters.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Roltoff with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Xander with Broadsword and MISSES!

"I tell you what.." Xander says as he strikes true on Roltoff, yet manages to get out of the way of the counter attack, the sneaky thing. "I don't like plate mail." the knight admits. "Bulky, slow, real pain in the ass. But you take care of my Prada. You yield now, I'll give you the Plate Mail. But the dirk's mine. Fair?"

"OH boy!! " exclaims Roltoff as here it comes and as he swings his own sword at Xander in a vain hope of hopes he watchs as the Lohstren knight gets missed and he can just see the dots line up as that great big blade of Xanders connects with him, He staggers back as he fights hard to keep his mind from blacking out as he continues to stand on his feet and goes agressive. "Ok one more for the road! " as he now charges the knight hoping to get at least one good hit on the man before he goes down.

"Well, if you insist." Xander says. And back at it, the two men go.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Roltoff with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Left Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Xander with Broadsword - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

"Well, hell, finally took a hit." Xander says as he feels that dent in his armor and gives a grunt. "Now that you got in your lick, want to yield now?" the knight asks the sellsword playfully.

Roltoff chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah. having too much fun " he says playfully. "can at least brag to scoring on the valiant and noble Xander. " he smiles.

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Roltoff with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Xander with Broadsword - Serious wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

Hit hard and suddenly, Xander winces in pain as he feels the shockwave roll through his shoulder. "Chasm damned.." he hisses, holding the sword tight as he tries to complete the battle. "Looks like you may win this after all, Rolt.."

Its with joy in his heart that he strikes at Xander and brings his blade down across the man's armored arm, and actualy draws blood. "Its anyones game Good sir but either way drinks on me at the tavern when were done."

<COMBAT> Xander attacks Roltoff with Greatsword - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Roltoff attacks Xander with Broadsword but Xander DODGES!
<COMBAT> Roltoff has been KO'd!

"I look forward to it…" Xander says, getting in the last blow, before he staggers back, holding his arm. "Crap, think my shoulder's dislocated." he mutters under his breath.

"And we have a winner!" Sir Madden announces. "Despite nearly blowing it in the last battle, Sir Xander Lohstren is the victor! Sellsword Roltoff takes second, and Lady Isabella and Mistress Sarah tie for third!" he says, as the Ringmaster comes down with the prizes.

As he puts his sword away, Xander looks around and notices Prada approaching, and moves towards her, his hand settled gingerly on his arm. "Hey." he greets the woman as that familiar cap comes closer.

Augustus grins as the combatants are done, as in the end he was routing for the sellsword. Auggy now leaves and heads back north for the remainder of the festival.

"Hey?" Prada coments with a soft laugh. And for the first time as in many years as she remembers the lady smiles in public. An honest smile. Standing on tip toe the lady gives Sir Xander another favor in the form of a small kiss on his cheek. Her arms slips through his and she nods, "Lets get that taken care of."

"Sounds good to me. Need it ready for the joust." Xander says as he allows Prada to lead him away.

Roltoff grunts as he walks off the field battered and bruised. He smiles at the noble pair as they depart as he makes his way to the tavern. "Hey Sir Xander dont forget I owe you a drink. " he says with a cheerful smile.

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