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/ Can I get a photo of the Knight of Terror? I need it for a drawing /
Alas. Black armor, skulls on the knees and helmet, horns on the helmet as well. A long black cloak, a crimson belt. There's also a skull on the sword hilt. Crimson eyes are visible. All in the spirit of the region, in short.
And yet, who is this stylish young man? Whose face is hidden beneath the helmet...
- Hmm, - my lord nods. The reply was both measured and courteous, and quite predictable. - That's nothing, perhaps you will prove yourself yet, and be able to compare it with today. So you're from Florenzan? Did you come as part of Their Prosperity's retinue to conquer the capital and learn the wisdoms?
- Not at all, my lord, I hail from Blexol, arrived in the company of Master Vistoria Sjöfnlofn. I am working off my family's debt to him.
05.03.297 — tournament in honor of Deus Mariarnelia's birthday
Round 5, fight 5.
Milord Axel Von Himmel V Milord Lester Vargas
Knowing Lester's cunning tactic of hiding in the shadows and appearing as if out of thin air, Axel on his wyvern tried to overtake him first, landing a successful shot. It seemed the blood from the wound should have revealed the location of the Dawn Steel knight who had fled into cover, but no! The man once again seemed to evaporate, leaving absolutely no traces.
Just as in the fight with me, Lester waited for the perfect moment to abruptly jump onto the wyvern and strike Axel three times from behind. And although the first blow only scratched the armor, the other two landed cleanly. The Dark Sky Knight fell for the first time.
05.03.297 — tournament in honor of the birthday of Deus Mariarnelia
Fight V
Opponent — Sir Orwald de Martelam, Knight of the Golden Tower from Flowers, servant of Lord Githgood Flowersense, adherent of Eidoism.
As soon as Orwald stepped into the arena, I felt an inexplicable weakness. It might have been chalked up to nerves, but when both you and your pegasus feel unwell at the same time, there's reason for doubt. Even more suspicious is that it all disappears immediately after the battle with him ends, and doesn't happen with anyone else! As if, along with himself, the Knight of the Golden Tower brought some kind of haze to the Bastion, which slightly blurred my vision and made my body forget how to move properly.
Following my usual tactic, I tried to shoot the horse. But my opponent didn't hesitate either. Catching up to us without any trouble, he struck Zephyr powerfully with his hammer, paralyzing both him and all my movement. I tried to shoot Bastion in return, but due to my opponent's strange peculiarity, everything in my eyes blurred so much that I shamefully missed. Meanwhile, nothing at all prevented Orwald from finishing off the poor, already immobilized Zephyr.
Now there was no point in trying to unhorse the rider; I started shooting directly at my opponent. However, with his strong armor, it barely affected him. Just a slight scratch. But the hammer blows hit my body quite painfully, gradually draining all my flask reserves. Not to mention that several times Orwald struck so hard that he immobilized me just as he had done to Zephyr earlier.
Perhaps this was primarily what helped him win. Unable to shoot, I slowly endured until my knees buckled and I fell to the ground.
Note: It's not that I lost that stings, but the bloodthirstiness with which the Knight of the Golden Tower beat my Zephyr. In moments like these, I can't help but feel gratitude toward warriors like Lester Vargas, who did not show such cruelty to a defenseless pegasus.
05.03.297 — tournament in honor of the birthday of Deus Mariarnelia
Round 6. fight 1.
Milord Axel Von Himmel V "Milord" Galaharadron
An unremarkable long-range bombardment of a pedestrian. Given that Galaharadron has no armor at all, the fight didn't even drag on. Axel proved that a single defeat means nothing to him.
- Hereby I declare that, by the will of an open vote, it has been decided to award Lady Alsira Vecchi d'Arkred, Knight of the Moon Shadow from Forum, servant of Ciel Pinkoflay, the title of the most graceful among those present today. The grace of your movements, the magic of the words that leave your lips, your pure soul more than deserve such an epithet. I pray you, my lady, accept this humble prize in the person of Luciferia, your obedient servant.
— My lords, my ladies, allow me to express my gratitude, to pay homage to the honor bestowed upon a person of my order. — Alsira performs the most respectful pirouette possible. — My soul yearns to choose the humblest of epithets and attribute the merit to luck, but such words would cast a shadow, diminishing the contributions of the other delightful contestants. My heart, however, tells me that every participant craves, if only in the corners of their consciousness, to be recognized as worthy, and for the emotions of that generous gift, I thank you once more.
- Greetings, mistress! Are you certain that you wish to see me as your servant? Ah, how cruel are the human orders, for we could have considered the alternative offered to the male half! In any case, I am ready to fulfill all your secret and explicit desires; all that is required from you is a word!
— Hello, Luciferia. It seems to me that our extraordinary duo will ignite the universe with long-forgotten colors in the very near future. But what is a celebration without a magnificent firework finale? It would be unseemly to deny such a generous offer. — she nods.
"— First to give one's word, and then to take it back — is that behavior befitting a knight? It seems to me he might not be the only one," — Stefania furrowed her brows and looked around the hall. — "Take, for example, Lady Chonchonlia. What is the likelihood that, say, after the tournament she could have believed in the strength of her pumpkins and decided that all members of the temporary coalition are by no means friends? In any case, thank you for the warning. Unlike others, I know how to keep my word, and I will try to stay on guard. I hope that if you and I cause each other harm on the arena, it will be in one of the very last rounds."
- The rules do not forbid it; as for personal codes and etiquette, that is indeed another matter, albeit subjective. And I too hope so, milady. Good luck to you in the upcoming clash, — a gallant bow.
- No, milord, I am from Blexol, arrived in the company of Lord Vistoria Sjöfnlofn. I am working off my family's debt to him.
- Ah, Blexol! So you have seen much. Although I still cannot fathom what profit the lord gets from all this; surely the crown paid him for it.
After observing the result of elegance:
- Lady Alsira. Well, a worthy choice for many. And how would you rate her? What kind of women do you like in general? Listen, this lady-bride, she seems to also be from Lord Sjöfnlofn. Seeing someone like her in our parts is a great rarity. It cannot be that she too is working off a debt.
"What poor taste. It seems only a few here have any sense of aesthetics," Rezara thought, but she wasn't surprised. "Let's put it this way: I can barely outshine a soulless man covered in scars, who looks more like a machine than a living person."
Still, the top three did match Rezara's opinion. The capital world hadn't completely rotted yet.
Ple-Sen
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