Thread: The Dragon Slayer's Princess (Javorcek X MissMelly)

See more HRAAAGH! William roared, driving his massive broadsword downwards with such force that the blade clashed with his opponent's with a resounding CLANG! . The other man was growing fatigued, William knew after circling one another under the blazing hot sun and trading blows for the past half hour, there was no way that the other knight could be a very happy man what with the weight and heat of his heavy armor bearing down on him. As reckless as it may be that William fought with only his leading arm heavily armored, it allowed him to win fights against opponents that were vastly bigger and stronger than him by patiently wearing them down. The strategy seemed to be working tired and panting, William's opponent swung his sword as hard as he could, trying to bring it down atop the more agile man. William rolled out of the way, causing his opponent to lose his balance and stumble forward. The smaller knight sprang to his feet, swinging his broadsword around to connect with the other man's back, causing his stumble to turn into an all out fall to the ground. ENOUGH! The official roared, a short, squat, red-faced man with a grand mustache that had been refereeing the match. William's last strike had earned him enough points that the fight was now overwhich was a major relief. The young knight was starting to grow weary. William gave his opponent a helping hand to get back up, then grasped his wrist to exchange a sportsmanlike shake. The match goes to William of Bruges! the official cried. The spectators that had come in support of the town of Bruges erupted into cheers from the stands. With a broad grin, the young knight roared his pleasure, raising his arms into the air in victory. Once the applause died down, he turned back to his opponent that had removed his helmet. The other man was covered in sweat and his face was maroon from the heat. William was impressed that the other knight hadn't passed out much sooner just from the blazing sun. Good match, Edward. Perhaps I'll buy you a flagon of ale? William offered his most charming smile, trying to soothe over the other knight's wounded pride. The tournament in Dunstable was quite large with nobles and peasants from several other towns coming together to watch the best knights from each kingdom test their strength. William was very aware that it was in his best interest to make comrades rather than enemies. The bear of a knight chuckled, removing his gauntlets to try to cool off. It was hard to stay mad at a fellow that was buying you an entire flagon of ale later! Alright Will, I 'spose that's the least you could do for me! He slapped William on the back, causing the other man to jerk forward from the force. The young knight wasn't a small man by any meansbut Edward was still much larger than him. William tried his best to not flinch from the blow and merely nodded, keeping the smile on his bearded face. Once the sun went down the real festivities would start and William would be glad to get food into his belly and some ale into his system. Perhaps even a young maiden into his bed. The young knight headed over to the edge of the ring where his Squire was waiting for him, ready to help him out of his armor.