Knights of Tezoth

"Of hatred for the contemptible vegetable now must I compose a sonnet..." — thought Ambrosius, but despite his hatred of pumpkins and the offense of yet another beaten horse, he gallantly helped his opponent to her feet.
— What a desperate spirit is hidden in such a fragile body! Behind a comely face, a most dangerous talent.

- I fear I am running dry, my lord... - The defeated one clutched her side, from which, despite the doctors' efforts, something liquid was seeping. - ... Oh, it's just the chocolate that melted. What a loss.

— O Aconian light... — holding an extremely high opinion of the power of his thrusts and an extremely low one of the chocolate lady's constitution, Ambrosius for a moment even fell for this joke. — It seems I remain in your debt, for with my fierce thrust I deprived you of your treat and at the same time damaged your elegant attire.