Knights of Tezoth

Em: So, what's the impression, girls?
El: Well... It's kind of unfair. The foot soldiers didn't have a single chance against the archers on pegasi and other wyverns.
Am: Oh, come on, Elsa. In a real battle, you'll never see "equal chances." Let them draw their conclusions...
Em: My father always told me, "Remember, daughter. If you can't defeat the enemy 'fair and square' — trick him!" And we still have a grudge match ahead. I wouldn't envy all those riders with bows now...
Am: And their animals too, hehe...
Em: Well, what do you think of our champion?
El: Well, what can I say... A rogue is a rogue. Did you see how he dealt with that milady? Stefania... Sneakily!
Am: Well, did he have a choice? You saw those archers. It's either you or them...
Em: Give him a break, Elsa. Can't you see how upset he is...
El: So he can find it easier to cut down girls from behind?
Am: Oh, come on. I think he'll use his talents for the good of Tezoth, not for maniacal acts in some alley...
El: I'll think about it...
Em: What do you say about the vice-champion?
Am: A knight is a knight... He used his abilities as best he could. Sometimes lucky, sometimes not so much.
El: He could have at least fought Milady Nelia like a man...
Am: There you go again...
El: Alright, alright, I get it. All's fair in war, everyone wins as best they can, and so on, and so forth...
Em: And our "bronze" one?
Am: A slippery type... I sense dark magic from him... Everything was... unnatural in his duels, Kanamia strike him down...
El: Oh, come on... Maybe Sir just had a lucky day...
Am: You know what my father used to say? Even flies... in short, nothing happens "just because"... Did you see how he drained the strength from his opponents? You hit him, but you feel sick yourself...
Em: Next up we have the Knight of Milk Chocolate from Kabochi.
El: Well... Good for her, she used her talents to the fullest... All's fair... Am I right, hehe?
Am: Oh yes... How did she take down that rogue? A joy to watch. Not without luck, of course. But against that slippery type, she was unlucky. He drained all her spirit, somehow, without even landing a single blow, and forced her to surrender...
El: I'm curious why she didn't use that "trick" of hers earlier. In the 2nd round, in the 4th... She'd be in the top three now and fighting for the main prize...
Am: Young and inexperienced, I suppose. But I think her best days are ahead. She just needs to learn to shoot more accurately.
Em: Maybe you should take her on as a third student, Amalia?
Am: I'll have to think about it...
Em: Milady Stefania...
El: Same as always... She used her abilities to the fullest. Sometimes lucky, sometimes not...
Am: Uh-huh. Only in the battle with Milord Axel she miscalculated. She shouldn't have rushed the defense before "putting down" the wyvern. It turned out to be pointless.
Em: Who knew that the very first shot at the wyvern would be so successful...
Am: Yeah...
Em: Milady Alsira.
El: Ehh... I hope she doesn't ruin her figure from overeating olives?
Am: Oh, come on... They're dietary, those olives...
Em: Indeed... You can only sympathize with her. Towards the end of the tournament, luck just... just turned its back on her...
Am: Mhm...
Em: Milord Ambrose.
Am: He's an overseas sorcerer, I'm telling you! Did you see what he did to Milord Zedil and Sir Orwald? Those are inhuman strikes! People don't hit like that!!!
El: Yeah... That was... something...
Am: And the book... Have you ever seen anyone pull out books and read during a fight? He was definitely reading out some secret spell!
El: ...
Em: Who knows... Well, what about Milady Nelia?
Am: Well, what can I say... She did what she could... Just like Milady Alaria...
El: And how some men ran from her across the arena, huh? A real sight to behold, hehe... Too bad she didn't bring a potion vial...
Em: Yeah. With a vial, she'd probably have finished higher...
El: Milady Alaria tried, but... against a bow and a pegasus, even knives are powerless...
Am: That's true...
Em: Milord Zedil.
Am: He came to break everyone's stuff, what else can I say...
El: And wrap everyone in webs...
Em: Milord Candle.
El: A brute — and in Tezoth, he's still a brute...
Am: It's not that simple, Elsa. If the enemy is on a horse and has a bow, sometimes you have to be a brute too...
Em: That's true... Well, what do you say about Milord Galaharadron?
El: He tried his best. But it seems he left all his luck in the first battle.
Am: Yeah... Age is age... Time takes its toll...
Em: Oh, come on... I'm sure Milord Galaharadron hasn't used all his abilities. I think he'll still show what he's made of...
El: Perhaps you're right, Milady.
Em: How many times do I have to tell you? What "Milady" am I to you? We're friends. And alone in an "informal setting" at that. Just call me Emilia.
Am, El: Very well, Milady.
Em: You're incorrigible...