05.03.297 — a melee in honor of Deus Mariarnelia's birthday
Final
On the 20th round, Lorican attempted to strike Ferlutz but missed. However, our attacks, along with those of the Knight of Perfection, hit their mark precisely.
Round 21 — the Knight of Perfection used the last charge from his healing flask. But that did not stop Knight Albus from finishing him off. I shot at Ferlutz, but he dodged.
From that moment until the very end of the melee, the gong no longer sounded. Without even thinking of descending to catch the nail, I rained arrows upon the young heir of Albus. He, apparently counting on the issued supply of arrows running out, kept dodging with all his might. At one point, I failed to hit him 11 times in a row! That is how agile Sir Ferlutz is.
But the more his healing potion supply dwindled, the more he lost ground. When, by my calculations, he had literally one sip left in the flask, I managed to aim at his neck, thereby nicking an artery and opening a bleed.
Further resistance on his part made no sense whatsoever, yet Ferlutz bravely kept dodging to the very end. But luck finally turned away from him when he received another bleeding wound. And although I hit him several more times after that, in the end, the Knight of Perfection fell precisely from blood loss.
According to the judge's calculations, had she continued striking the gong, the battle would have lasted 53 rounds.
Note 1: despite luck being on my side in many ways, victory would have been impossible had I not entered an alliance with the other knights. Alsira and Axel alone could have easily defeated me had they not seen me as a reliable ally. The same can be said, for example, of Alaria, Ambrose, Orvald, Lester, and Yin. Had I descended and fought by tournament rules, and had any of them been my final opponent, each could have taken down Zephyr and then defeated me in melee combat. Nelia and Galaharadron, who was given no chance at all, would also have easily won had I lost my pegasus.
The outcome of the battle was entirely influenced by the introduction, literally at the very last moment, of three northerners personally invited by Judge Emilia. And this despite the fact that the battle-hardened Alaria gave us all recommendations on which positions were most advantageous to take. No one counted on the new participants anymore. And the surprise of an additional three-person coalition proved extremely unexpected. What is even more frightening, from the moment Lester defeated Rezara, the remaining Knights of Swordgard literally poured all their efforts into defeating the other members of our alliance. Paradoxically, it was precisely this that determined my victory.
Had I, at the end, faced, for example, Alaria, Ambrose, Nelia, and Axel, I would have descended to add some excitement to that battle. Winning is always good, but when you get the chance to exchange a guaranteed opportunity for the chance to gain reliable comrades, without a doubt — it would have been worth it!
But fate decreed otherwise. The Warriors of the North, together with Jason Whitecalm, worked tirelessly for Albus's coalition, as if they had managed to enter into a secret conspiracy along the way.
And in the end, the only real threat to me turned out to be Ferlutz Secretgarten. At the moment he first attacked me, I nearly killed myself out of ignorance, firing purely on muscle reaction. Had my intuition not worked, any subsequent counterstrike could have been my last. Fortunately, my bow had a full two lightning charges in reserve, which allowed me to neutralize the wyvern and turn Ferlutz into merely a target.
In any case, despite having expected to fight other opponents in the final, the Knight of Perfection proved a worthy candidate for second place.
Note 2: judging by what this tournament showed, sturdy armor is my weak point. And literally from both sides. When my arrow, having struck Jason's armor, failed to penetrate it, I realized that even if I could defeat the Knight of Imperturbability, it would be with great difficulty. Gingkink's actions in that battle were literally a gift to me. At the same time, Lester Vargas, for example, easily finds a breach even in the most reliable defense. So the problem lies in my inability to spot from afar and penetrate small unprotected zones.
Had I, in turn, been on the ground, I would have fallen instantly. My light clothing would hardly have protected me. One or two, at most three strikes from a sword, axe, spear, or hammer — defeat. I need to work on endurance and think about how to protect my body.
Lady Amelia's theory that armor weighs too heavily on a pegasus, horse, and other mounts still holds some merit. But if one recalls how she fell in battle, the question arises — is it truly so prudent?