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"And you, my lord, are stronger than the wind," Lester smiled and gave a half-bow. "To sport and good friendship," he hands the archer a glass of juice and takes one for himself. "And we shall record this event in all the chronicles."

Me!

Taking turns, or what?

Let's do it like this: mounted on a wyvern, I shoot with a bow until the enemy approaches and takes a shot at me. If the enemy is also an archer, then until the first hit on me.

Thx, bring your lady along too, please.

Before addressing Orvald, Axel approached Ambrose and, placing a hand on his shoulder, asked:

— Are you with us?

Familiarly placing his palm on the crown of Moon Shadow's head and briefly tousling her hair, the unexpected guest steps forward and blocks the view of the Knight of Serene Bliss, instead showing off his bare back.

- This is a rather interesting presentation, my lord, but to my regret, I cannot accept it. I'm afraid that for today's occasion this work is not informative enough. At least I am confident that the Knight of the Sun, the sole vassal of Lord Man of Sanbor, will be able to explain the meaning of the information provided on this sheet.

- Be more specific. What's unclear?

- For instance, what exactly do "two stars" mean in the context of Eidos the Iron's "aura"?

- Truth cannot be seen in the eyes of one who acts by another's will — be he a godslayer or a universe-destroyer, he remains a pawn to the very end; only a beloved craft earns respect.

- That's clear. And what about "style"?

- He dressed boringly, but his hairstyle was good — my approval.

- And the trail, I take it, is in a historical context?

- Yep.

- Very well, I understand you, my lord. Perhaps in the future this work could be included in preschool programs — I think children might enjoy this visual style.

- Ha-ha, your tongue is sharper than one might think.

Новичок takes his leave, leaving Alsira and Yin alone once more.

- My apologies, my lady. The Knight of the Sun is like his solar lord — their notions of etiquette differ somewhat from those we are accustomed to.

- Lady Nelie, - Dawn once again appears behind Radost, making a preliminary dodge in case of a reflexive axe swing. - I wanted to inform you of the nuances of the upcoming melee. Quite a few colleagues from Albus have signed up for it, and they look extremely synchronized. There is a strong suspicion that they intend to clear the entire field of rivals together. I will not ask anything of you that might go against your principles, just... take care of yourself, alright? I would like this event to go down in history as something beautiful and honest, just like your soul. If you find the situation suitable - join in. But for now, it looks like the melee will be a battle between two warring factions, rather than what it is meant to represent.

Round 1, battle 1

Milord Axel Von Himmel V Milady Chonchonlia Quintea

Chonchonlia steps right, 7 down, shoots at Axel
Axel takes 80-64=16 damage (174/190), Chonchonlia takes 1 pumpkin charge (1/3)
Chonchonlia shoots at Axel from her position, misses

Axel's turn.

There are 12 tiles between you...

Oh, these overleveled players...

And I didn't call him one of the favorites for nothing.

Nebok ran off somewhere... 😠 Guess we'll have to count the "techie" as done.

If I disappear again, the deadly strike definitely goes to Zedilya, we'll see about the second one

Are you taking a healing flask instead of something (instead of a whip, for example)?

Into the second hand

maybe I'm 250 tall in heels, what did he ruffle there...

— Plenty of worries, my lord. The ability to master the luminous table is worthy of no small praise! — Alsira said with a delicate smile, following the tattooed cultist with her gaze. — Not twice and not once have my personal lines evaporated through the paper, fleeing to the corners of the sheet, as if the very pen were enchanted by the hand of some unknown modifier.

Taking the letter, the moon maiden bowed briefly to the librarian:
— I express my gratitude for the trust, my lord. I shall most certainly deliver the message to my lady.

Having made sure in the nearest mirror that her hairstyle had not suffered, the girl takes her leave and returns to her mistress.

Shooting at her.

Was walking home from the train, sorry.

In a brawl with us against the Albus folks?