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As you spot them you start waving frantically, first with one hand and then with both. And just for good measure you banged on your own chest to make some noise with it. You overhear them talking all the way from here.
"Yeap. That's him alright."
"W-Why is he in a tournament for knights? Where did he get his armor from? And why is he winning?!"
"He's your husband. You should know."
They reply smugly.
"Wait! This happens often?!"
"Eh. Just about every single time. I think 90% of our adventures happen because he gets bored, walks off and gets into trouble. Other times Marcella gets shanked."
"HEY!"
Aside their reaction the people in the audience start giving you weird looks. Up until now they haven't seen anything so extreme out of you. But you don't have too much time to bother looking at them as the announcer guy comes out.
"And we're finally here Lords and Ladies! Please give it up for our grand finalists! On this side is he who dominated the opposition with overwhelming power! The infernal Black Knight! But he's not the only newcomer to make a big impact! His opponent the underdog who defied all expectations and rose through the ranks with skill and grace! The divine and unknowable Angel Knight!"
A loud neigh is heard as the horse of your opponent jumps in and stands on its hind legs while its rider is showing herself off. A female knight wearing a shiny white armor with a lot of wear and tear on it. She also has no shield to speak of... and a pair of white wings on her back. As she gives you a serious look you grip your lance tight. The pressure you feel from her is unlike anything the others displayed. This one is actually strong. And judging by her stance she feels the same thing. Without waiting for the announcer to finish both of you start moving towards the other with your weapons ready.
The first "round" ends with neither of you scoring as you clash with your lances and parry each other. Without pause you turn around charge at each other again. She displays her superior mastery with the lance as she pokes your shoulder and dodges out of the way of your attack. The third exchange goes in your favor as you decide to meet her head on and brute force your way through her lance and hit her arm. Her metal lance ends up being bent as a result, necessitating her to switch it out for another one. But she's now pissed. After waiting for her to get a new weapon you start charging once more. This time however things go differently. She stands up on top of her saddle and grabs the head of her horse for leverage while thrusting forward with the other. The added length gives her the advantage she needs to hit you in the chest well before you could even hope of reaching her. Loosing two to one you start getting pissed.
