>>6113743Ugh, you were afraid of this outcome. You should have taken spear-fighting lessons like Touma did in your childhood; it would have helped. At least your command over ice has improved enough that you can block blows like a shield and you are able to parry a few attacks with Frostbind.
<span class="mu-r">Defensive Stance: +2 dice in combat if concentrating on defense.</span>
"Arise, arise, arise! We're not done yet!" Agreste cries out and uses his powers to summon yet another pillar of earth. It rams straight into your stomach with great force and forces you to stand. The next hour is a hellish mixture of combat and drills that test your enhanced body to the limit. When it comes to an end, Agreste is exasperated and annoyed.
"Tis a wonder you survived for so long. Truly, what you said was true; it was luck! Blind luck. I can't even call it Fortuna, since that implies mischance is possible."
All you can do is groan with exhaustion and pain. The last hour has been humiliating and painful, and many Baphomets have wandered by to watch. Those vassals probably made excuses to come by since they should be at work.
"Don't be so down, Your Majesty."
"Meep! I won my bet! Give me my ale!"
"Well, meep, Lord Mordred and Ser Rodomonte really were battle skilled."
"Courage! Meep, you fought Dread Agreste! No one else ever has."
"Not every King has to be battle crazed to rule."
The scoffing Spriggan disappears into stone without even checking up on your condition. You eventually drag yourself back onto your feet with a sigh.
You need to get back to the Castle. Along the way, you run into...
>The Cheesemonger raging at some Baphomets...>The Candymaker serving shaved ice to anyone interested...>The Doctor and Priest talking each other...>The Engineer and Roadworker working together...>The Artist showing off his sketches of the Romans to a crowd...>The Weaver and Candlemaker giving speeches for votes... 