Knights of Tezoth

- Hmm, hmm... - Watching others' duels, the Knight of Swift Arrow found himself standing next to the Knight of Onslaught. - You know, for some reason I have a feeling that I'm not welcome here. Strange, I never considered myself suspicious, but I can't get rid of this feeling.

- Is that so... - Edal Mraksvet tensed up internally, not understanding why one of the tournament participants wanted to talk to such an unremarkable knight as himself. Maybe it's some kind of prank? - Perhaps the grandeur of today's event is interfering with the accuracy of your perception, my lord?

- Ha-ha, maybe so! Or maybe it's a game of hormones, when there are so many beautiful ladies around, it's not easy to keep your excitement in check.

- A-ha-ha... - "Damn damn damn... What should a cool knight say in such situations? Say something vulgar to emphasize his (non-existent) experience with the fair sex, or on the contrary, take offense at such a remark? - ... Can my lord say who excites him the most? - "F****** what am I asking (may my ancestors forgive me for the swearing)... Curse my tongue."

- That's a tough choice, but probably the pair from Olivus. They seem as soft and juicy as a peach.

- ... An interesting comparison.

- And who do you like more than others?

- Uh-uh, me?

- Yeah.

- Well... Uh... - The Knight of Onslaught's eyes began to nervously dart around the gathered crowd in search of an answer, he closed his eyelids and simply pointed a finger at a random target. - Her!

- O-oh... What an unexpected choice! Your soul is full of courage, friend! Not everyone dares to choose the Mantis!

- Huh? What... N-no... I mean... I didn't... That's...

- Ahaha, you're something else! Respect!

- ...

This was yet another of the many stories of misunderstanding in the life of the Knight of Onslaught.

It feels like absolutely all the women in this group have mogged Stephanie.