08-23-2010, 06:44 AM
Naerwen shook her head lightly, "No, thank you, my-..Madela. I had bread and water this morning." Naerwen rocked on her feet awkwardly, ready to start her lesson.
Percival and the other knight met fiercely in the middle of the arena, their lances slamming into one another. Percival managed to break his on the other man's torso, but didn't have time to celebrate when his opponent's lance struck him in the face. He was forced backward, but the lance glanced off his now dented visor. Luckily for himself, he remained on his horse and dropped the useless lance.
Seeming to snap out of it rather quickly, he shook his head and pushed his visor up. His squires rushed to him immediately and he gave the crowd a wave to signal he was alright.
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