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Wait, am I against Alex or something? I just didn't see it.
Is he on a horse with a lance chasing me down on my pegasus if I fly 15 tiles away on my pegasus after shooting?
There are scenarios where he won't reach you, but they're significantly fewer than a Heroes player's odds against Zydel...
Alright, let's not waste it for now then. I'll just fly around and shoot. As I understand it, I won't be able to drink a heal potion because of the arrows?
You can put it in the other slot instead of the spyglass. You don't need the spyglass here...
Good plan, let's do that. Count and heal if the next hit is the "last one."
And where there's a first fight, there's a second one...
– No time for boredom, ladies and gentlemen. This is only the beginning! – Rezara continued to proclaim to the wide audience. – Behold the duel between milady Alsira Vecchi d'Arcrede and Sir Zedil Mox! Unbridled Violence challenges the Moon Shadow! Who will prevail? The skill and traditions of Revnland's assassins, or the icy flower of Olivus? One thing can be said with certainty: the opponents are worthy of each other! Milady Alsira's mighty abilities force Sir Zedil to operate at the very limit of his capabilities! But is stealth and a strike in the night truly reliable when dealing with the Moon Shadow? Alas, Sir Zedil is defeated. That was an unusual fight! Both knights performed admirably! Tezoth can be proud of its sons and daughters!
The similar crimson-and-white appearance endeared milady Alsira in Rezara's eyes. The fearsome killers from Revnland, who struck terror into all regions of Tezoth, were not held in high regard in Swordgard. All of them are troublemakers and traitors. Nothing less.
Wait, am I against Alex or something? I just didn't see it.
He's on a horse with a lance chasing me on a pegasus — if I fly 15 tiles away on my pegasus after shooting?
There are scenarios where he won't reach you, but they're far fewer than a Heroist's chances against Zedit...
Alright, let's not waste it for now then. I'll just fly around and shoot. As I understand it, I won't be able to drink a heal potion because of the arrows?
You can put it in the other slot instead of the spyglass. You don't need the spyglass here...
Good plan, let's do that. Consider healing if the next hit is the "last one."
OK. Let's get started...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Ambrose, having quickly donned his armor, personally checks before heading out to the lists that his horse is properly saddled and shod. The mute animal, though it cannot know what games of prestige and vanity lie hidden behind the facade of a festive tournament, senses its master's agitation and nervously glances around, pawing the ground with its hoof. -- Once more, old friend, we are in the fray together, though death Today's clash does not promise us. Let us be Swift and fierce, and the lady's glory We shall multiply in this tournament. I know your fierce temper, but do not trample, should we win, The fair face of our opponent. Save your fury For the knight of the bogs, who sits astride A foul creature with eight legs. Thus does the master exhort Mordred. Before the start of the first bout, he greets his opponent with a nod before lowering his visor — during the feast she had left a most favorable impression upon him. -- They shall meet in the dance of battle, son of the earth, daughter of the sky, The weight of armor with the lightness of garments, And mighty Mordred, the black, heavy steed, With snow-white Zephyr in swiftness Shall vie. Let the clash be worthy In spirit and pleasing to the eye Of the worthy lords who gaze upon us
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
It's starting to feel like the main goal of the tournament is just one: to show players that their loyal steeds will be the first to die.
Well, there weren't really any other options there. Breaking through Ambrose's armor takes too long, so it comes down to who gets "dismounted" first. Neira just got luckier...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
With the start of the tournament, Alaria reluctantly set aside her writing implements to observe the knights from other regions. After all, today she was to face them on the lists, in both competitions at once. And it was worth knowing what they were capable of — it's hard to predict what the future holds for Tezoth and who might turn out to be the next opponent.
When her turn came, Catharsis, more than ready for battle, did not keep her waiting. Joy, clad head to toe in steel, looked like a formidable opponent in every sense. Perhaps even too formidable for her title. But the Tanarsian had no intention of underestimating her rival.
— Let us see, my lady, whose steel proves stronger.