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Round 4, battle 3. "Milord" Galaharadron V Milady Stephania Valentine
"I should grow my tentacles longer. To knock riders like these right out of the saddle." — "Milord" Galaharadron probably thought, sharing the fate of Milady Nelia Vesta.
Milady Stephania Valentine wins. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I wonder if the organizers have at least prepared a prize for the 'best foot soldier' nomination?" — both of the judge's lady friends thought...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Round 4, battle 2. Lord Axel Von Himmel vs Lady Nelja Vesta
"What am I doing here on foot at this horse-pegasus-wyvern tournament?" — Lady Nelja Vesta probably thought when she was shot down by arrows for the second time in a battle whose length is known only to the Universe.
Lord Axel Von Himmel wins.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hmph.. A Real Man!" — thought one of the judge's friends. "A Hero!" — thought the judge's second friend. As for the judge's face, as always, nothing could be read from it...
Axel helps the lady to her feet.
-- Thank you for the battle, Lady Nelja. As compensation for such a dull fight, I would like to share some information with you, if you don't mind?
- My ears are ready for your words, my lord. - Nelja replied, getting up.
"Of hatred for the despicable vegetable now must I compose a sonnet..." — thought Ambrose, but despite his hatred of pumpkins and the offense of his horse being struck yet again, 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.
- It seems I am running dry, my lord... - The loser clutched her side, from which, despite the doctors' efforts, something liquid was seeping. - ... Oh, it's just melted chocolate. 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, Ambrose was for a moment even taken in by this joke. -- It seems I remain in your debt, for with my fierce thrust I deprived you of your treat and damaged your elegant attire at the same time.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- Hmm. The ratings turned out rather uninteresting. I'd like to add some spice, but I don't see how — the competition is too strong. Perhaps such contests aren't quite my thing. Oh well! Nothing to be done, I won't go against my conscience.
- If your heart yearns to drown in a sea of love, that is a reasonable approach, my lord, yet in the search for true love it will not serve you well, for every man and woman thirsts to hold a special place in the mind of their one exceptional admirer.
- I cannot vote here. — The dialogue between Lord Teneressa and the participant is cut short by an arrow shot from the lips of Aldelion Grimm. - There is no place for the fairer sex in this. And why are women the only ones called the fair sex? Look at lions — the males have magnificent manes, and what do the females have? Male gorillas are mighty, radiating stateliness with their very appearance; females beside them are like a completely different species. Male peacocks and butterflies are magnificent in the span of their wings and the variety of colors, while females are most often monotonous boredom. Men are taller, stronger, with more luxurious hair and more defined facial features. Unlike women, they need no concealing makeup or flashy, sexualizing clothing — they are magnificent in their natural state, and for that, one need only not sit on the couch all day.
Somewhere in another part of the hall, Adalard presses his palm to his face.
— Alright, boy, everyone here has already figured out your orientation, stop shaming the family and my beloved Gildaria, — Stefania landed a hearty cuff on the runt's head, then moved on through the texts. She'll apologize to the boss later.
"What am I doing here on foot at this horse-pegasus-wyvern tournament?" — Milady Nelia Vesta probably thought, when she was shot with arrows for the second time in a battle that lasted, as the Universe alone knows, an eternity.
Злобный Ящур
Граф Орлов
