Godfrey stepped into the ring. He rolled his shoulders and thwirled the sword in his hand. It was a few years since he saw the mythical beast. It gazed upon him when he rode into war, when he crashed into the shieldwalls of enemy soldiers with his trusty steed. It was a weird animal, like a bear's head with two legs jutting out of him. But there was an aura of peace and patience around the creatue, something which helped him through those long and troubled times. He took it as a sign of God, a heavenly envoy sent to observe and bless those whom he looked upon. To honour the being, he put him onto his heraldry so that it may soothe him wherever he went and guide his descendants. But these throughts were halted by the sound of a loud horn. The melee was starting and he readied himself. While he charged into the chaotic fray of men battering each other with various weapons, he grinned under his heavy helm. He didn't grin because of the loud cheers of the common folk. Neither did he do it because of the flirtatious whispering of the noble ladies. Ney, it was because he felt a familiar gaze fall upon him.
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