(1866-06-15) Coronation Tournament: Duels
Coronation Tournament: Duels
Summary: The tournament duels event, a new event to the circuit! A great deal of action and excitement is had, with Graham turning out the winner of the brackets in the end.
Date: 1866-06-15
Related: The Other Coronation Tournament Logs
Players:
Graham  Evelyn  Elrick  Aidric  Michael  Thaddeus  Gabriel  Emilia  Clara  Tristan  Joffrey  Lucas  Raelyn  

Tourney Grounds - Rovilon - Couvier

The tournament grounds stand ready for use at a moment's notice. The stands are setup with the nobles sitting in the center, with the best seats and the Heraldry of the House set about them, and for any courtiers the Royals would have present. A half canopy has been established to help keep the shade in the area and protect from any of the elements, a thick leather trim going across the area where the royals are sitting raised up about fifty feet and supported by heavy wooden poles and tethers tying it. The benches have been formed of thick wood in the gallery, with lesser galleries set to the side for commoners, guards, and those who are watching and not immediately involved over in the arena. There are roughly eight rows of seats set up for the commoners stretching off the full length of the viewing gallery, and roughly three rows thick for the nobles to sit upon. Among the rows are those who are bringing beverage and refreshments.

The arena is dusty, a pit formed in the ground which has been dug down flat with padded dirt roughly two feet down from the main tents, the incline designed to give the crowd a better view. The center of the arena betray tell-tale markings where it is apparent that the rail for jousts could be set, if not set already. The dirt is thick and solid, packed down as firmly and evenly as it can be to ensure good footing. From the opposite ends of the exhibition pavilions are a pair of berths where the combatants would enter from and where judges and guards would otherwise sit, as well as attendants to quickly go and tend to the injured or break apart the combatants should it be necessary. The main pit is larger than the pavilions, being roughly fifty horse lengths wide, enough for all the combatants to have plenty of room to brawl without being so spread out that the main viewing area would risk losing track of them.

1866-06-15

Yet again, the crowds have gathered on the Tourney Grounds (not that they ever fully thin out between sunup and sundown during the tournament). There's a sense of anticipation in the air. A new event for 1866, debuting at the Coronation Tourney! While some Tourneys have done such duels in the past, it was never an official Circuit event until now, but after rampant complaints from audience members that the Melee did not allow for a "pure" test of skill, they have now been added! The Melee Ring will see more use this year, that's for sure, for this is where the duels occur, with the other competitors waiting around it for their turns.

And at the center of the tourney field stands the familiar figure of the Blue Cavalier, grinning from ear to ear as he bows to King Jean-Paul in his viewing box, and then calls out:

"Lords and Ladies, Masters and Mistresses, Boys and Girls and Greybeards and Youths alike, welcome to the Duels! Did you miss me? Of course you did! No no, no need for applause. We won't worry about stuffy little gits that think "the prestige of the Joust must be maintained." You can practically hear the "air quotes" in his voice. "When last we met, we were watching Knights thrust at each other with their weapons, and now we get to do it again without those pesky horses in the way! Passions will no doubt run hot in this most intimate of competitions! And our first pair of lovebi- I mean ah…competitors is none other than The Red Knight and the Unbroken! Will the Unbroken redeem his dismal performance against his Goodbrother in the Joust preliminaries? Or will our Champion add another notch to his swordbelt? LET'S FIND OUT!"

And as the crowds cheer, Joffrey t'Synclarre moves to the dueling ring, giving a salute to the royals, the crowd, and his opponent, chuckling softly towards Gabriel, "Whoever's arranging these bouts does seem to enjoy letting me embarrass myself right out of the gate, don't they?" There's no bitterness in his tone, though, just good humor, even if his stance is solid and his gaze intent when he lowers his visor and takes up a defensive posture.

Gabriel hears his name called out along with Joffrey's. He gives an amused grunt and then rolls his shoulders. "Poor Gwen." He says to Michael as he steps forward into the dueling ring. Bowing to the royal box and the crowd, he turns to face Joffrey, offering the man a salute. "Indeed. This is someone's idea of a sick joke, I can only hope that my dear sister will not be horribly angry with me." Nodding he assumes a more defensive stance, honing his attention on Joffrey.

And settled once more within the noble box of the stands is one Emilia Cassomir, a sidelong stoic like glance being sent along to the Cavalier that has returned in fine form this evening. Must have rested up that voice of his with so little chatter boxing during the joust. Leaning back a bit though as northern knights are called along for the first match, even if by know she's rather figured out who some of them are. Well she knew a few from the tournaments down in Pattica.

Aidric Carling comes into the tourney grounds wearing a borrowed coat of mail with his tourney blade in hand. The man surveys the field and then calls for one of the servants to bring him some wine. Once more into this madness, of course he'd need a drink.

Evelyn stands around the melee ring with the others, her breath steady, eyes focused, and looking more intense than she has so far in the Tourney. The usual carefree grin is not creasing her expression, and she is speaking to herself low, in Alhazredi. Those who understand the language would merely hear her trying to talk confidence to herself. She knows, afterall, that quite a few of the men here have had far more experience than she. And her showing at the joust was not as half as good as she'd hoped it would have been.

Graham is prepared or as well much as he can be for the event. He's checked his armor his training weapon, and now he can only simply wait and watch until he's called. It seems that he's hoping to do better here then his showing in the joust.

Michael l'Corren shakes his head when his brother and goodbrother face off against each other again. "Does someone hate us?" he wonders aloud to his brother with a grin. "Anyhow, try not to make Gwen too disappointed in her husband," he says clapping Gabriel on the back and then letting his brother get down to the business of combat. As he waits for the match to begin he notes Evelyn and nods. "Luck to you, l'Faust."

Thaddeus Greycen is back in his tourney mail, giving his sword a few hefts. The Rivanan has kept to himself since the joust the night before, not having made friends by having one of the few unhorsings of the day. For now he stands and waits to see how the first match goes.

Artos is also watching quietly, but that is just how he normally is. A rare sight in the tourneys, and never known to be a fan, today he competes. Around one shoulder is the rarely seen favor of his wife. Artos appears more sour than usual.

Lucas l'Saigner is seated with the nobles today. The young man has dug up some proper clothing, a black doublet and breeches with long boots. As he waits for the fights to begin sips lightly at a cup of wine.

Tap, tap, tap. The sounds of tapping are heard in the area where the nobility has been seated. With a grunt, Tristan plops himself down next to Emilia. He turns to offer her a slight smile. "Well, shall we cheer for Sir Thaddeus or Sir Graham. Oh, I jest, I know who you would prefer to win, my dear." He gestures behind him, and a flagon of wine is put into his hands. He takes a long swig and then sighs out in satisfaction. "Care for a sip?" He offers the flagon to Emilia.

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

On Emilia's other side, is Raelyn. She nods to Tristan, offers the man a smile. Then, ventures simply to Tristan, "We shall root for both, save should they test against each other. Though the way I understand Sir Thaddeus has thus shown himself, he and Sir Graham would be very well matched, all things considered. Our cousin did win the first melee, afterall." She grins a little, and tells Emilia, "Besides, I think both of them need as much cheering as they can get, what with all the opposition about them, yes?"

Evelyn smiles towards Michael, "And to you. Unless, of course, we face each other once more. Those were some fine tilts. Though, I am disappointed I did not manage to even score once. Especially after faring so well in the melee, and the preliminary joust." She half-shrugs, and the usual grin slowly creeps over her face, before she watches, focused, on the combatants.

Wine and sword in hand Aidric drifts over to stand next to Thaddeus. "Well matched, aren't they," he says before taking a sip. "Who do you think will take it?"

The first flurry of strikes is exchanged, and Joffrey moves forward, striking at Gabriel with a series of quick, relatively light strikes, testing his defenses, and in the blink of an eye takes a fairly solid strike to his gut, but despite the seeming disadvantage, Joffrey seems unfazed, and counterattacks with a swift flurry of strikes, managing to score a few quick hits. They're hardly titanic blows, however, and there are no points for "hits" in the Duels. It's still very much a match that could shift in a moment, and Joffrey's maintenance of his mostly-defensive posture seems to reflect that.

Graham watches the first match which is excellently even thus far. He cant help but just enjoy the matches for the good sport going on. He turns at a brief break in fighting to look to the stands waving at his cousins in turn and giving each a smile. He seems to be calm though its a thing to be waiting.

"Of course," Michael said of the luck holding until they faced each other. "And don't be so hard on yourself we all have bad days and there will be other tourneys," he says sagely. "Well it looks like Joffrey and Gabriel are well-matched today."

Thaddeus looks over at Aidric as the Carling approaches, "I will side with the more dangerous bet and say Lord t'Synclarre. He's due for some good luck this tournament." Thad continues to watch the two northern knights fight. "What say you?"

The approaching of the tap, tap does have Emilia casting a slight glance. Though a bit more than a glance with Tristan actually plops right down next to her, those dark brown eyes giving him a slight stoic little look,"Good of day, Your of Highness." There is a slight nod,"And of course, I would of prefer of Graham to of wine, but does not of mean I will not of cheer for Sir of Thaddeus for of his bouts as of well. " A flicker of her eyes taking in some of the action on the field as the two knights smack each other about with with shiney sticks. But her eyes do come back at the offer, giving the flagon a slight look. Before there is a mild shrug,"Of sure," and she actually accepts the offer and thusly the flagon. Taking a sip and handing it back with an,"Of thanking." ANd offering up to both," So we are not of cheering for Sir of Aidric of well?" A faint glance back along to her sister, yup, she just accepted wine…from Tristan.

Gabriel attacks first, his first hit connecting solidly with the other knight. Stepping to the side, he is able to only take a slight tap to his right arm. Grinning, he moves to attack again. It seems that Joffrey was able to anticipate him though as he comes out of that exchange and the following exchange. Stepping away he laughs, quite pleased with how things have progressed so far. Still, he does not shift his stance, he is wary enough of the other man's skill to try everything he can to prevent giving him an opening.

"Well to make things interesting, the l'Corren," Aidric answers. "A crown on it?" he offers.

Elrick pages Joffrey and Artos: Thanks Artos. :)

Seated off a little to the side, close enough to be social but only just, Clara watches with a slightly distracted air. A notebook sits in her lap, which seems to be contributing to the distraction. A notebook with sketches, numbers, and various other scribblings with a charcoal pencil. It would appear that the younger Tracano is multi-tasking.

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

Tristan leans forward and smiles at Raelyn. "Indeed, Sir Graham has done quite well so far in this tournament, as has Sir Thaddeus." He leans back and takes the flagon back from Emilia, smiling. "Well then, I suppose you are right, my lady. Aidric is indeed worthy of our support, although I do think my old friend cares more for drink and gambling than he does of actually winning."

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel has been KO'd!

"They're two of the best knights on the field, I'd warrant," Evelyn says gravely, "Present company included in that." She nods a little, voicing to Michael without shame, "I'm usually far more harsh on myself than anyone else. It's how I push myself to be better, I suppose. I don't like to settle for less than what I know I'm capable of," she tells the man sincerely. Yet, her eyes are on the battlefield and the exchange of blows. As Gabriel falls, Evelyn winces, briefly for the Red Knight. But, exhales, "Sir Joffrey is quite remarkable. That was a brutal blow. Still, Sir Gabriel has nothing to be ashamed for, either. That was a fine stand. I can only hope I fare so well."

Gabriel steps forward and to his left, trying to bring his sword down and around for a thrust and Joffrey's leg, hoping to catch the man off-balance. Instead, he manages to score a hit on his arm, but it then appears that he left just enough of an opening, and he feels Joffrey connect solidly with his midsection. Grunting, he falls to a knee and spends a moment catching his breath while he motions that he yields. "Well fought." He says to the man after he has caught his breath. Nodding he turns and moves back to his brother. "Looks like I won't suffer Gwen's wroth tonight after all." He chuckles.

"Bah," Aidric says as the l'Corren knight falls. "Seems the risky wager paid off for you. I shall get you the coin when we're both out of armor." In all though the Carling knight seems more amused than perturbed by his loss.

There is a slight tugging to the corners of Emilia's lips as she gives a glance to Tristan,"Am of agreeing with of that, upon of Sir of Aidric, but believe still should be of cheered of for, of aye? Then no of doubt, he will wish for you to be taking him for drink of afterwards." Adding after seeing the seeing the current round end,"Least if he is not of being to knocked of about."

Raelyn grins some to Emilia, "Aye, of Aidric too," she conceeds. "All in all, this should be a fine event." She blinks, as Gabriel is felled by Sir Joffrey, shaking her head, "That is one dangerous man. Perhaps as dangerous as Sir Thaddeus. It shall be a most interesting competition, to be certain. I wager we should have just as fierce competition in the archery event, Emilia." She glances to her sister, to Tristan, sharing his wine, and is - yes, surprised. But she curbs her tongue, says nothing of it. Yet. Instead, she calls across Emilia to Tristan, "I do hope you shall be there to cheer me and my sister to victory, Lord?"

Michael shrugs. "I don't know about best-" he says, head moving side to side. "Anyhow, it was a good fight, though we'll have to outdo them when our time comes."

Graham watches the first match as it continues on for a few more rounds of battle before one lands a heavy blow. He winces though he figures the other is likely to be okay. He will clap at the announcement of the winner of the round before watching back towards the others competing. He gives a nod in greeting to each since he' been introduced to many of them now.

Thaddeus continues watching the bout and laughs at Aidric's displeasure, "Still a long contest ahead, I'd not be surprised if the l'Corren knight won it all." He shrugs and looks to Aidric, "Eh, I placed no stakes. Though if you wish to give me coin, bet it on me for my bout, well split the winnings, if any."

Today it took Elrick a bit longer to prepare for the events, for those that walked past the t'Tremaine pavilion, they may see the young squire wrapping up his knight's chest with some bandages, to help protect against the bruises from the jousting the day before. But he has arrived and joins the other knights that are choosing to compete in the melee today, his maile armor secured tightly with his tourney blade in hand.

Joffrey moves forward again, and while Gabriel's blade skids strikes his non-sword arm, Joffrey pivots and uses the momentum to land a hard strike right across Gabriel's belly. When he sees the Red Knight stagger, he steps back, keeping his blade in that defensive posture until it's clear that his opponent is down, upon which he salutes once more, and offers a hand to help the man up, "Luck was with me this match, Brother." He salutes the audience and moves off to prepare for his next match.

"Oh-ho! It' seems the Unbroken duels better than he jousts! A first round upset that caps off a great starting match! Will the Red knight recover and claim victory, or will we see a new face for our victor tonight? Certainly our next pair hopes for the latter! The Lord-Marshal of Rivana, Sir Thaddeus Greycen will now face the lovely and lethal Sir Evelyn l'Faust! Will my one true love prevail once more, and uphold the honor of our nation? No pressure, my love!" The Cavalier applauds and moves off to clear the field for the next fighters.

"Done," Aidric says with a smile before seeking out his man Goat in the crowd, beckoning the man over he whispers something to the man, then hearing Thaddeus being called out to fight, he hesitates thinking, before whispering something more to Goat and sends him on his way. "Let's see if I really am cursed," he murmurs before heading back to Thad. "Fight well. Rivana is counting on you."

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus has been KO'd!

Tristan gestures to both Raelyn and Emilia to give him a moment. He stands up, using his cane to help him do so and points at Thaddeus as the man comes forward and his name is called. "TWENTY CROWNS ON THE LORD-MARSHAL." He calls out to someone and then sits back down, turning to smile at the Cassomir sisters. "Of course, we should support our fellow Rivanans." He smiles, and then gives Raelyn a bit of a mischievous look. "Now, now. I might compete myself, certainly I must cheer for myself first, yes? But, of course, I will hope that a Rivanan takes home the prize. If it is you or your sister, that much the better." He takes another sip of his wine and then offers it back to Emilia.

Thaddeus enters the ring as his name is called. Clearly the fortune that carried him the day before left him as his sword could only strike the armor weakly of the l'Faust knight. As he is quickly taken down, the embarassed Greycen rises and storms off to the sidelines after giving the requisite salutes. His knuckles white under the gauntlets as he grips the tourney sword.

Evelyn takes a breath, nodding once to Michael as she steps up to face Thaddeus, who had such a fine showing in the joust, and a pretty darn good showing in the melee event earlier. She inclines her head to her competition, and indication of her respect for the man's abilities already demonstrated in the Tourney, then she's moving. Her first swift is strike, landing hard against the man's chest, and she utilizes clean footwork to move again and take advantage of putting Thaddeus off balance, her next strike sending him to the ground. When he doesn't get back up, she nods to him again and salutes, before returning to stand with Michael, and Gabriel. "It would seem, Lord," she tells Michael, "Your words continue to hold wisdome. May the One continue to guide my hand so." She nods to Gabriel, "A fine bout, against one of Couviere's best, Sir Gabriel."

Thankfully Raelyn hasn't heard about the little spectacle Emilia made of herself in the markets the day prior…The wine is fortification to forget about it! "Of aye, is seeming to be shaping up for a fine event, they seemed well of matched…and has been fine skills of displayed in most of events." Emilia gives a nod to Raelyn,"I am of interested to see how of the archery of event of goes, what of the field shall turn of out to be." Tristan is of course given his moment…Emilia's attention given to the field for Thaddeus's bout, a round of clapping when he is called forth. Noting to Tristan,"Or of Clara, she is to of compete as of well." A mild wince when Thaddeus ends up going down, though for the fall or the amount of coin Tristan might be out…not entirely certain.

A vile Kherzari curse slips from Aidric's lips when Thaddeus falls swiftly. Still mixed in with the anger is concern and he makes his way to the ring to ensure the Lord-Commander is well. It appears he is as the man storms off in a fury. Aidric wisely decides to linger on the grounds rather than poke the angrly lion in his den.

"Yes! Yes! My love has carried Lady Evelyn through to a resounding victory over our no-longer-hated foe! Couviere is victorious! Let songs be song and tales be tol- Oh wait, there's still several more rounds? Well, I'll start composing anyway! My mother always said I had a lovely singing voice!" The Blue Cavalier flashes his brilliant smile, "And now, we'll see if Lord Thaddeus' Countryman can avenge his fallen commander! Sir Graham Cassomir versus our very own Sir Elric t'Tremaine is our next match! Can the Heir of Hartswood continue our winning streak, or will the Melee champion hold true to his earlier performance?" And with that, the Cavalier again vacates so the combatants may, well, combat.

The next bout is quick and brutal with two blows falling on his follow knight. Graham watches as it ends and will clap in turn, though he looks on as its now his turn to compete. The Cassomir knight will join onto the fighting area. "An honor Sir Elrick." he comments to the other before readying himself for the combat.

It looks like the slight delay in preparations did not cost Elrick much except missing a good first match between the Unbroken and the Red Knight, something that he would have preferred not to miss if he had a choice. The second match was a splendid one as well though, the t'Tremaine able to watch one of the knights he fought beside up north, defeating a southerner. Always a plus. Next, Elrick hears his name being called and it appears he has his own southern night to contend with. Stepping into the designated area, the usual cocky smirk appears, "So it looks like we meet again, winner of the grand melee. Sir Graham was it?" At least the name is remembered, that is to say something, perhaps a touch of grudging respect for the Cassomir.

"That's how it's done!" Michael calls when Evelyn dispatches the Rivanan. When she returns to stand with him and Gabriel, Michael claps her on the shoulder. "So they do," he agrees. "Good start to the day."

Raelyn cheers for Graham after commenting on Thaddeus' performance and how she'd wished he'd been able to get in a better hit, leaning in some, and telling Emilia, "Clara nearly beat us last time we competed. She will be fine competition. But, if Lord Tristan is to shoot with us, I would be wary of drinking too much of his generosity, Emilia." She is, of course, teasing.

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword but Elrick DODGES!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Left Hand.

Once the match begins, Elrick advances towards the Cassomir rather confidently, his gaze quite focused as he closes the empty field between them. Once in range though, he throws out a feint, perhaps to test his opponent. When Graham slashes at him with the blunted blade though, he parries without issue and delivers a counter blow, one that hits but not as hard as he had hoped. Without stepping back, the Couviere knight presses the attack, a bit more aggressive which rewards him with a solid blow to the southern knight's chest but taking one in return. The third exchange has Graham scoring a better blow, but Elrick does not leave his opponent untouched.

Gabriel turns to Evelyn, smiling. "Thank you, Sir. You accounted yourself quite well against the Lord Marshal of Rivana. But, I must say that all who are here are Couviere's best. It has been exciting seeing how this tournament has played out so far."

Emilia nods to Raelyn,"I am just of hoping to not end of to of badly of beaten by all of you, mine-sister." Though as Graham's name is called, Emilia does sit up in her seat, clapping loudly for him as he takes the field. Her dark eyes keeping to the field as the blows are traded.

Tristan watches the bout with interest and then frowns as Thaddeus goes down. "That… that was unexpected." He frowns, now out twenty crowns. "Oh well, I suppose that Sir Graham can win me some of my money back. Or rather I should say Her Majesty's money, but that is our little secret." He gives the two sisters a wink and holds up a finger to his lips.

Graham's name is called, he then stands up and repeats his bet. "TWENTY CROWNS ON THE CASSOMIR." He then gives Raelyn a smile. "Now, now. I hardly expect to win, it simply amuses me to see if the One can smile on me one day to grant me a victory. I do not expect that to ever happen though." He turns to watch Graham and Elrick begin their bout. After several rounds of fighting it seems both are evenly matched. "Ah yes, now this is more interesting. I do hope that Sir Graham can emerge victorious, though it seems they are well matched. Hrm. They are well matched, are they not? At least it seems that they are based on how many times they have hit each other."

"And the day continues to go well," Michael remarks nodding to the fight between Elrick and Sir Graham. "They've both given each other a beating."

Graham moves towards the other as the bout begins he lands a blow to armor but takes a blow himself. The next rounds find them fairly even in amount of hits, at least for now. The brief rest-bit while they feel out each others defenses before stepping back inside for another round of strikes.

Evelyn grins a bit towards Gabriel, "Forgive me. You're correct. But, I certainly do hold you, your brother, and others in esteem. And with good reason." That, in itself, is really no secret. She claps as Elrick and Graham take the match further, trading blows, "Let us hope Sir Elrick can take the man who took him in the Tourney."

Raelyn, after Tristan calls, "Make that Fourty! His twenty, and twenty of mine!" She grins, mischeviously at Tristan, then Emilia, before she sits down. She nods, "Quite well matched. As I recall, Sir Elrick was a fine competitor in last year's Tourney. He didn't win, but proved quite resilient to take down. Much like our own cousin did earlier this year."

Up in the royal box, Jaren Cassomir might quietly mop his face at hearing his sister shouting out an exorbitant bet…

Lucas perks up when the coin is mentioned and no one stands up for Couviere. "Done!" he calls standing up so he can see the Rivanans. "Forty crowns on Elrick."

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Elrick has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

Watching his opponent fall back into a much more cautionary position, Elrick can't help himself but charge forward, he is facing a southerner after all. It may have been a rather clever trap laid out by the Cassomir though, because when the t'Tremaine knight slashes out with his blade, he only lands a glancing blow but Graham manages to strike his unarmored hand, causing his blade to fall to the ground. Luck was with him as the blunted tip stabs slightly into the ground, allowing Elrick to grab the hit once more and continue the attack, with a touch less reckless abandon. He still gets hit two more times but exchanges with two of his own. One can say that the Couviere Knight has the endurance to take a beating.

The bet shouting does pull Clara out of her alternate task. It is then that she devotes at least her immediate attention to watch the match. After all, with so much money riding on it, it has to be interesting.

Michael's heart is in his throat when Elrick falls but he cheers when the man find his feet. "Abyss this is a good fight," he remarks to his brother and Evelyn.

If Raelyn sees Jaren mopping his face, she pays it little mind. Afterall, she has to show support for her cousin, doesn't she? And she cheers more when Elrick is sent down, and hitches her breath some when he rises again and doesn't show a sign of faltering. She looks over towards Tristan, "This is turning out to be a rather intense match." Then, to Emilia she asks her sister, "Well, at least we have a taker?" She grins, sheepishly, then nods over towards Lucas. Him? Him she remembers. How could she not!

"Of aye, seeming well of matched," agrees Emilia. Her eyes only pulling from the field when her sister adds to the bet, well least Raelyn doesn't have to really answer to Jaren about her spending habits. Not that Emilia doesn't have faith in Graham, but after having to explain to Jaren just how much she spent in paint that one month. But she really needed all that black! Ahem. Her eyes flick up as there is someone taking up the bet. Mildly shaking her head a little, and back her eyes go to the field. Shifting a bit more to the edge of her seat with a held breathe as Elrick does seem to stumble a bit in there…but is back on his feet. The fight goes on!!

Graham stands against the other knight in sort of replay of their previous bout. He is fairly equally matched with the other. He steps back as the sword drops to give him time to recover it of course honor given to the sport. He stands ready for the defense and trades two more blows with the knight before they circle once more before more strikes are to be traded.

Evelyn's own breath catches, "It very well is," she agrees with Michael. "The day's finest, thus far, I'd warrant. These two men may go at it all day." She cheers further for Elrick as he rises, and the match continues.

"Come on Cassomir! He's right there! He's right there!" Aidric shouts from the side of the ring. Yes, even the jaded knight of quills has been drawn into this fight. He begins to cheer as Elrick falls but then the man rises and he goes quiet. "Come on!" he shouts to Graham.

Tristan blinks at Raelyn, and then groans, letting out a laugh. "So you are spending all of my whoring and drinking money? What am I ever to entertain myself with should I become destitute?" He then takes a long swig of his wine. "I need to fortify my nerves!" He laughs again and then watches Graham put Elrick down, only for the other man to get up again. "Well damn, I thought I was going to be a little richer there for a second."

Gabriel chuckles at his brother. "Indeed, it is the best fight we have seen all night. The two of them are certainly putting on quite a show for the crowds."

Lucas nods when the bet is taken sitting back down again. Though before he does he nods to Raelyn. Elrick's fall makes his lips twitch downwards as he imagines what Alina would say to him losing forty crowns on a pair of clanking knights, though when the man rises so do his hopes. "Come on," he breathes.

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword but Graham DODGES!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick has been KO'd!

"One preserve us!" The Blue Cavalier fans himself, "I'm sweaty and bruised just watching that mighty struggle! Let's hear it for our two combatants after that great match!" For once he doesn't seem to have any cutting words as he notes, "It seems Rivana is still in the fight! What do they put in the water in that Ironhold place, anyway?" He grins, "And now one more cross-Kingdom battle, as the Heir of Murnord, Sir Michael l'Corren shall face Sir Aidric Carling. I've read your book, Sir Aidric! If you fight as well as you write, there might be some competition for Lord Michael here!" And then the Cavalier is off, paving the way for the next combatants.

It is indeed turning to quite the match, a battle of endurance between the two knights, scoring more hits than not. Though it appears that the armor is doing its intended job, especially against the blunted tourney blades as some of the impacts is just a reminder that it would have been a real cut. In the end though, after a number of batterings though, the t'Tremaine Knight finally staggers, falling to one knee. He wants to rise again to press on but was too slow, out of position and being forced to yield with a raised hand, "I yield, Sir Graham. Well fought." Words spoken through gritted teeth and hard intakes of breath.

And on the match does continue, Emilia perches on the very edge of her seat as the blows continue to be exchanged between Elrick and Graham. Her dark eyes following intently, looking ever stoic. But the moment Elrick is down, Emilia is actually on her feet clapping..and don't blink people…you might miss it, there is actually a smile that dances across those lips briefly breaking that stoic looking expression of hers. Emilia shooting Raelyn a look, a chance to actually glimpse that ever so rare and elusive Emi-smile,"He did so much of well!"

Aidric laughs triumphantly as Graham wins the day. "Well done, sir!" he calls and then goes in search of his wine and sword.

His name is called and so he leaves the wine and takes up his sword. He snorts at the Cavalier's jest and calls back "I'll sign it for you if I win," before he pulls on his helm, grabs his sword and enters the ring to face the heir of Murnord.

After spending a few moments to cool down, Thad resumes watching the fights, and is pleased with the Cassomir winning the lengthy struggle against one of the two knights that vexed Thad in teh free-for-all. "Well done, Sir Graham!" he calls and applauds. Upon seeing Aidric, Thad nods, "I see that the fight did not favor me. No matter, go and win."

Graham is breathing heavy himself after a hard fought match the blows keep coming from each side and can go either way as they dent one anothers armor for a bit. The final strike which brings the knight to his knee is landed. He will step back once more but the yield brings a bow and salute of his sword to his opponant. "Well fight Sir Elrick, another close match we've honored the crowd to be sure." He says before he'll move off the field.

Her faith in Graham proved true, Raelyn stands up - not just for Graham, but also for Elrick's showing, "One of the best matches I've ever seen," she declares, and grins to Tristan, "You can give my share of the winnings to Sir Graham, if you please. He earned them, certainly. She flashes a grin towards Lucas, winks at him and then flashes that same smile towards Jaren, even if the man isn't focused on her. She looks over to Emilia, venturing, "If he keeps this up, he could well be Tourney Champion." Then, she is - yes, Raelyn even cheers for Aidric. Not as much for her cousin, but he is a Rivanian, and a man she fought with.

Gastogne arrives from the Gatehouse Circle.

Michael shakes his head when Elrick falls at last. "Good fight, good fight," he calls applauding both men. "Damn close thing, I thought he'd take him in that last exchange of blows."

Then he's called to fight a Rivanan of his own. "I'm to fight a writer?" he asks his companions with a shrug then heads into the ring with sword in hand and helm on his head. He does the required salutes.

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Michael has been KO'd!

The Tracano Prince lets out a long and relieved sigh as Graham finally manages to win the bout. "Yes, yes, I will give them to him, as you wish, Lady Raelyn." He laughs and lets the two sisters have their moments, and then watches Aidric go ahead and lay out one of the l'Corren brothers in a single blow. "Well. Fuck me." He says, standing up with a rather surprised look on his face. "I did not even have time to make a wager!"

Gabriel gives his brother a clap on the shoulder as he goes and fights the writer. To his utter astonishment, Michael is dropped in a single blow. When his brother comes back, he simply shakes his head. "That… that was unexpected, I was certain you would put him on his ass."

"Abyss," Lucas sighs as Elrick loses. He raises a hand to the Rivanan to indicate he'll pay what he owes. He is not looking forward to explaining that expense. He is so lost in that thought he almost misses the writer from the south best Sir Michael. "What…" Alina would never believe this.

Hearing his name get called, he lets out a sigh and then nods. "I do not especially look forward to this." He nods to his northern brothers and sisters-in arms and trudges out to the ring. He salutes the Rivanan Lord Marshal and then assumes his stance.

Thaddeus cannot help but grin as Aidric goes forth and wins against the heir to Murnord. A healthy applause comes from the Greycen knight who will take up his own sword as his name is next on the list, to hopefully redeem himself against the man he bet against earlier. A quick prayer to the One is said and a moment is taken to ensure the blue ribbon on his arm is secured before entering the circle.

The Blue Cavalier actually looks rather shocked as he's almost immediately headed back to the ring, "I…don't know what I just saw, Lords and Ladies, but I'm now officially afraid to get my book signed! But look on the bright side, no matter what happens, at some point in the next round a Rivanan is now guaranteed to lose! And now…our Red Knight will battle the Heir of Seaguard! Two great and powerful legacies collide, who will walk away victorious?" And now he's off again, glancing cautiously over his shoulder to make sure he doesn't have to rush back again this time.

Emilia nods to Raelyn,"Graham is doing of well, especially for of his first of tournament..would be of something to be tourney of Champion of well." And then Aidric is being called for the next match. Still on her feet, the Lord Knight and writer is getting a round of clapping from the 'touched' Cassomir before she settles back to her seat. Though it seems she's not long seated…and the match is ended. A mild blink and a glance over to Tristan,"Am of thinking you are definilty going to be of having to take him for of drinks of now." Giving another round of clapping for the knight. "Well of done!"

Perhaps only slightly less surprised than Michael, or Gabriel, is Evelyn. She blinks, looking at Aidric - the man she'd gone toe-to-toe with and taken out of the match who just felled a man who she still revered to some degree. "It is," she says, with quiet respect, "A night for surprises. And interesting outcomes, to be certain."

Aidric stands ready for the fight to begin taking a high guard. The signal is given, he swings, the other man swings, there is a clash of steel and surge of pain in his right hand and then- his foe is down.

Aidric blinks as stunned as anyone by the result and then surprise turns to joy and he lifts his hand and sword high "Rivana!" he calls out.

"BOOOOO!" About 80 percent of the crowd replies.

Graham reacehs the sideline as he looks up to where his family is waving to his cousins his must rest a little before his next match to be certain. He smiles to them though bowing to the royalty as well. The Cassomir knight is pleased with himself thus far but not smug or anything.

Clara frowns, shifting her gaze to the crowd. "Now…that is not very civilized at all. It was a fair fight." This she says to no one in particular.

Michael didn't expect the 'writer' to be so quick. One moment he was standing the next his neck aches and he's in the dirt. "Abyss?" he mutters dazedly as he sees the his foe preening above him. One of the stewards of the games comes forth to check on him asking if he wishes to keep on, but he shakes his head. "I'll take the loss," he says before he is helped to his feet and out of the ring. "What happened?" he asks his brother and Evelyn when he joins them.

Gastogne is currently rather drunk, over in the Commoner's side of the stands. The man is singing in a very offkey tone then, spilt ale dribbling dow the front of his shirt, "for heesh the leaders.. Of the group.." Not aware of what's down in the stands at all.

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Left Leg.

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus has been KO'd!

When the heir to Murnord let's the defeat stand Aidric raises his sword high once more, drinking in the boos of the Couvieri. As he withdraws past the Cavalier "Send me your copy, sir, I owe you a signature," he smirks as he passes. Now where was his wine?

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword but Gabriel DODGES!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus has been KO'd!

Gabriel moves in, forgoing the caution he showed with Joffrey. That fight had been different, it had been… downplayed. He hadn't wanted to risk injuring Gwen's husband. A mistake? Perhaps, but nothing he would regret. They had dueled each other well and fairly. This was different. Thaddeus Greycen was someone who was to be respected and kept on the move at all costs. So he attacks quickly and strongly, lashing out with strong blows that resound one after the other on the man's chest. The man goes down once and then continues the fight, but Gabriel cannot let up. He continues to press, trying to keep the man on the defensive, not wanting the man to get any footing in this fight. Finally the man falls a second time, and he pants a second, catching his breath before stepping over to offer the man a hand up.

"Well fought, Sir Thaddeus. Well fought. I do hope you are not injured, I shall have my betrothed send over some healing oil should you require it, Sir." He moves back to his brother and sighs. "I am glad that went my way."

"Hrm, yes, I do believe you might have a point." Tristan considers, not even considering his foul language a moment ago. "I will give some consideration as to sending him a few bottles of the finest wine that he has ever had. My compliments and that of the crown, of course." He smiles, then turns to watch this Red Knight fight the Lord-Marshal. Once the fight has finished, he blinks and sighs. "I am glad I did not wager any money on that. A shame, I had hoped Lord Thaddeus would have pulled out a victory and the field would be down one Northerner."

"Oh! The Red Knight is victorious, and the Lord Marshal goes home to…climb into bed with…one of our fair Princesses. Well damn, that attempt at a cutting remark didn't work out nearly as satisfying as I thought it would!" The Blue Cavalier notes, smiling brightly, "But let's hear it for Lord Sir Thaddeus, who so bravely led the Forces of Rivana to our aid in our hour of need!" And that, at least, draws a healthy bit of cheering from the crowd. "And now, we'll see which of our native sons can claim victory in the next match, as Sir Elrick t'Tremaine faces Sir Michael l'Corren!"

Thad lashes out quickly, hoping to catch the previous season's champion off guard, but instead is only caught in the chest twice by two mighty strikes, though fortunately landing a couple hits of his own. Sadly, thte Greycen heir finds himself nearly out of the fight, but is able to resume it, holding his own for a little while before being felled again. After taking a deep breath, Thad accepts Gabriel's hand and rises, "I should be fine, my wife will be capable of tending to anything that needs tending to, but thank you." The Greycen knight returns to his spot to change, obviously outside of the ring, but he does grab a wineskin before departing.

"Another amazing bout," Evelyn breathes, in somewhat a measure of awe of both men's stamina and vigor. She nods to Gabriel, beaming a smile towards him as he emerges the victor. "It would seem you've found your skill again, Sir Gabriel." She wishes Michael good luck, and nods to Elrick, wishing him the same before leaning back to watch.

Michael looks up when his name is called. "Time to fight again," he says as he recovers his sword and has a quick sip of water. When he steps into the ring he salutes Elrick and grumps "At least you're not a fucking writer," before the match begins.

Gastogne watches over, continuing to sway back and forth overin his seat and sing as he watches the warriors getting read to face one another, precariouslybalanced in his seat.

Graham watches the next match and winces at some of the hits which are rather harsh to be certain. He watches back and forth. "Well fought." he claps between the two as the match ends. He has had some water and looks to have cought his breath which is a good thing.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Michael with Tourney Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

Gabriel laughs and nods at Evelyn. "It seems so, but I had to approach that fight a little differently. Had to come out aggressive and try to keep pressing an attack to not let him gain his proper footing. Let us hope this bought between my brother and Sir Elrick proves to be an entertaining one."

Having a bazillion older brothers, the foul language seems to have not quite phased Emilia really. "I am of sure, he would of appreciate of the wine," giving a nod to Tristan." There is a mild wrinkle to Emilia's nose when there is the 'boo' from the crowd, to be expected. But agreement with Clara, even if Emilia isn't near to hear the sentiment. But she does turn her attention on to the next round, clapping on for Sir Thaddues. As the fight goes on and…on,"Is well of matched." Edging foreward a little on her seat when Thaddues stumbles the once. And all those hits to the chest too! "Still of a good fight, even if not of a victory for Sir of Thaddeus. Sir of Gabriel is most worthy of competator."

Having rested at the side for a bit, luckily due to the epic duel between Gabriel and Thaddeus, Elrick appears to have some of his stamina back from his bout against Graham. Resting his tourney blade over his shoulder, the t'Tremaine Knight steps into the ring and tosses his opponent a quick salute. He then signals to the other knight that he is ready, and just like that, they begin. Though Elrick manages to get a blow in on Michael, his movements appear to be a touch slower than when he fought Sir Graham, but he manages to weather the pair of blows well, ready to take more if needed.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Michael with Tourney Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Leg.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Elrick with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Elrick has been KO'd!

After taking blow upon blow, Elrick appears to remain standing, as if he was still fighting in the north against the barbarians, an unbreakable will from within that refuses to allow him to fall to his knee. Even after taking multiple hits, the t'Tremaine knight still manages to slash out with his own blade, delivering a strike here, a slash there. Eventually though, Michael manages to land a solid blow on Elrick's sword hand, forcing him to yield as the blunted blade falls to the ground. Panting, he bows his head, "I yield, Sir Michael, your assault was unrelenting."

"Well, we certainly know they breed them tough up north, don't we?" The Cavalier calls out after yet another tremendous show of endurance by Elrick and another great match, "We're certainly seeing a lot of excitement here, aren't we? And now we're on to The Unbroken Sir Joffrey t'Synclarre against the Lady Sir Evelyn l'Faust! Both gave us some surprising upsets in the first round, but who will continue on to a second victory? Either way, let's hear it for them both! And sorry, Sir Joffrey, but you know my heart belongs to Sir Evelyn, so I must cheer all the more loudly for her!" And then he's off.

Joffrey, who has been largely silent and watching the duels (though he cheers when appropriate and when mighty blows are struck, of course), moves back to the Ring, offering the proper salutes and smiling ot Evelyn, "Good luck to you, Sir Evelyn. Though I've little reason to believe you need luck, you've proven your skill already."

"Well done, brother." Gabriel says to Michael as he returns victorious. "You had a fire in you after that first bout, didn't you? I felt it too." He smiles and then turns and wishes Evelyn good luck. "Don't hurt Sir Joffrey too badly now." He grins and then settles in to watch.

"Well fought, both of you," calls Evelyn as the two return, nodding to Michael, "Well done. Well done indeed." And, as her name is called against Sir Joffrey, she shakes her head some. Grins, recklessly, "Let us hope I can take note of your style, and implementation. And your methods." She inclines her head to Sir Joffrey, "I owe you, yet, for the joust, Sir. We shall see where skill takes us. May the better Knight prevail." Her words hold nothing but respect for the older Knight.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Arm.

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Left Hand.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Joffrey has been KO'd!

Another long bout, sword to sword. Michael makes use of the lighter armor of the melee to hit and fade, striking then falling back out of range before striking to again. On a lesser man it might have worked but not Elrick. Eventually tiring, Michael stands and fights trading blows with the t'Tremaine knight until at last he disarms the man. Breathing hard he accepts his surrender with a tired nod and a "Well-fought sir," before he lowers his blade and retreats for some rest. That had been a difficult but rewarding fight.

"Mm, had to reclaim my honour, but damn did Elrick make me work for it," he remarks to his brother before waving luck to Sir Evelyn. It appears to serve her well as she bests Joffrey with a solid hit to his chest.

"I say." Tristan says, to no one in particular. "All of these fights end up being so… rough. One would think that they would beat each other's brains to a pulp here instead of fighting a real enemy." He chuckles and then sips more of his wine. "I suppose nothing can be as sophisticated as using a bow, but then again, I also feel the same way about some of my other hobbies." He watches Evelyn clobber Joffrey into submission. "You know, these northern women seem to be quite feisty. I wonder if that one would be a lioness between the sheets." He points at Sir Evelyn as she walks off the field.

Graham continues watching the new rounds. He is interested in each of the amtches as they go on further into the rounds. He claps after each match politely and calls for a good match to each of the knights he knows or has been introduced to. He does move around a bit too not to stiffen up while standing still before he must fight more. The next match goes and his name is called and so onto the field once more he goes.

Aidric has been basking in both the praise and the hatred of the crowd, but when his name is called he pulls his sword from where he stuck it in the dirt and makes his way to the ring. The Carling knight seems more cautious this time, keeping his distance as he sets up to face his countryman. "Sir Graham," he greets, taking a low stance and waiting for the match to start.

It looks like Joffrey's bout with Gabriel must have taken a bit out of him, as Evelyn rather handily bests him, answering his one light tap with several swift, hard strikes of her own, sending Joffrey down to one knee and giving the sign of yielding. "It seems…I should be taking lessons from you, Sir Evelyn." Joffrey says, a bit breathlessly, before rising to his feet and saluting, and moving to the sidelines again, looking amused when he realizes he now faces his other goodbrother in his next match.

The Blue Cavalier looks practically giddy as he notes, "My darling prevails again! Truly ours is a love for the ages! Unbeatable! Unstoppable! Un—-describable!" He chuckles shaking his head and noting, "And now, the two Rivanans face each other, as our melee Champion faces the Edge's most lethal author! Let the battle begin!"

The rounds are continued to be watched, Emilia clapping as appropriate for the winners. There was a start of a nod towards Tristan before there is a mild rise of a brow instead. "You could always of be of asking, but you might be of remember of how she was of hitting upon of the field and take of care in how you of ask of her of that," notes Emilia most deadpan-ly. Before Graham is called again to the field, clapping again for him!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Graham with Tourney Sword but Graham DODGES!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Graham with Tourney Sword but Graham DODGES!

Lioness or not, Evelyn seems to be entirely focused so far, her footwork proving near-perfect, as she is able to deliver blows to her opponent, unceasing and unrelenting, not letting Joffrey recover in the least. Then again, a real opponent wouldn't, either. Friends outside the ring, right? She seems to snap out of it as Joffrey falls to the ground, and exhales, smiling to Joffrey. "Well fought," she returns to him, nodding her head and honoring him. She moves back towards Michael and Gabriel, then, letting out a little exhale of held anticipation at the outcome of that match.

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Left Hand.

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Graham with Tourney Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric has been KO'd!

Tristan opens his mouth to respond to Emilia and then shuts it, blinking. Damn, that was a good point. "Hrm, I suppose you are right. I certainly would not want to have her hit me like that." He lets out a laugh and then gives a cheer as Graham and Aidric go and fight one another. "Ah, well it seems as if Sir Graham is victorious once again, although I think he needs to fight that woman that just laid that other guy out next. I hope he will fare well against her."

Helm off and with the assistance of his squire, Elrick has his chainmail removed as well, though it was done on the field than at his pavilion. The Couviere Knight has no wish to miss any of the remaining duels, especially seeing Evelyn's dominating performance so far. Without the chainmail and in his tired state, it feels as if a heavy weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

And the Rivanan takes a fall! Which one? It doesn't matter, they're Rivanan, but for those keeping score, it was the Author! Still, he's far from out of the fight! But for now, Sir Joffrey faced the Red Knight in the first round and bested him. Can he now defeat his other Goodbrother? Will his wife be happy or sad if he does? Who knows? But it's fun for us, and that's all that matters, no?" And then he's off, and the next bout begins.

Joffrey moves back to the ring, saluting Michael and noting, "I'm almost beginning to wonder if this has all been scripted." He smiles and takes up a defensive posture, preparing for another battle.

The notebook is put away. The young princess Tracano sits forward, her attention completely taken by the field as she watches cousin against friend. And….as the cousin yields, a smile crosses Clara's lips. Not for the fact that Graham won…but for the sportsmanlike matter that the two met each other. There is applause, for both combatants.

Aidric for all his grousing about the insanity of combat knows how to wield a sword. The knight holds off his foe trading blows cautiously as he was taught by Sir Paul Gerrell. Still it isn't quite enough and he is brought down as the two men exchange slashes. Though Aidric is smiling as he gets to his feet. "Well-fought," he says as he rises. Then he withdraws from the ring to rest before he fights again.

Graham fights in the closely kept match. He is taking some strikes to be certain. He manages one more strike before he will step back to the yielding knight. "Well fought Sir Aidric, an honor of course." He will move to the sidelines once more to catch his breath grab some water and all that to watch the next round.

There is just mild tug to the corners of Emilia's lips as Tristan is actually montarily speachless. Raelyn gets a mild nudge with Emilia's elbow to mark this occasion. "Of always best to be of thinking of these of things." Graham's fight is given well attention, a round of clapping given as he manages to win once more. "I am sure he shall still fair of well. I have of faith in of him."

Again, Evelyn wishes to cheer for both, so can cheer for none. Instead, she is fascinated with how this bout will go, telling Gabriel, "If this is how every Tourney goes, I certainly wish I'd attended more as a Squire to observe, and after being Knighted." She's nearly in awe of the performances, the various styles, and manners in which the men fight.

Michael is called to the ring and when he enters he returns Joffrey's salute with a grin. "What you think Gabriel and I paid for the chance to batter our sisters new husband a bit?" he asks. "Possible," he adds with a laugh before taking a defensive stance and waiting for the fight to begin.

"Of course. Always," pipes up Raelyn to Emilia, after coming out of her reverie. She exhales, "Sorry. I was just thinking how fun it would have been if Lord Stephen was here. I'd sincerely like to compete against him in the archery contest," she confides to her sister.

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Michael with Tourney Sword but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Joffrey has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Left Hand.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Joffrey with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Abdomen.

<COMBAT> Joffrey has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Michael has been KO'd!

Emilia glances along towards Raelyn,"Compete of against, or of carry of favour and compete of for, mine-sister?" Some mild tease touching her tone in sisterly fashion. "Though am of sure can of put together of friendly of competition when of returned of home, if you are wishing," she offers up. Though she does blink at bit towards the field when both of the knight seem to stumble about the same time, leaning a bit to see just how the match shall go.

Well, let it not be said that Joffrey t'Synclarre doesn't go out fighting, because once again, another bout turns into a slugfest, as he and Sir Michael pound at each other rather mercilessly for several moments. At one point Joffrey staggers back, looking as though he's going to fall, but he catches his footing and charges back in more aggressively, and exchanges another flurry of strikes, no doubt leaving both men rather bruised, until finally, a solid strike to his chest sends Joffrey down to one knee, even if he staggers Michael as well, but it's Joffrey that shows the slower recovery, and gives the signal to yield.

Gabriel watches as Joffrey and Michael fight. When the two of them exchange powerful blows, he winces. It seems that Joffrey is the first one to drop, and he smiles at his brother, but then the man gets up and the two are exchanging blows with one another. Back and forth they go, finally the two of them manage to knock each other down, and then he cheers as his brother gets up first. "Poor Gwen, she will hate all that we are doing to each other, but that had to be done." He chuckles and slaps Michael on the back before heading out to face Aidric. He offers the other knight a salute before assuming his stance.

One! This was another long battle, Michael presses the attack at first, knocking Joffrey backwards but the Unbroken rallies to meet him blade to blade once more, and the dance continues. Slash, counter, slash, counter, blows miss, meet blade to blade and strike hands, legs, chests and heads before finally two more blows land and both men are sent to their knees and it is Michael who rises first. He laughs as he rises though "Abyss, that was a good fight Joff," he says extending a hand to his good brother to help the man to his feet.

Graham watches the matches taking sips of water he looks back to the stands though smiling and waving to family once more he'd rather they be closer so he can talk to them, but he got an Emilia /smile/ that is worth the day to him at least. He chuckles a little but bows and waves to royalty as well.

"Well! Those northerners continue to show their remarkable penchant for taking a terrific beating and keeping up the fight! But the Unbroken does not mean the Undefeated, as he's now out of the duels! But what a great performance. Let's hear it for both of them! And now our Red Knight versus the…Ink Knight? No, that won't do at all. The Quill Knight? Whatever…let the fight begin!"

Joffrey accepts the help up, "Indeed it was, Sir Michael. Well done and congratulations." He notes with a smile, moving off to the sidelines and beginning to remove his own armor to cool off some and enjoy the rest of the bouts.

Tristan raises an eyebrow at Raelyn and Emilia. "Oohh?" He asks, rather curious, a small smile playing across his features, curious about this favor business.

Aidric watches the long bout between Couvieri with more interest than otherwise, it maybe that he has to fight one of these men (again in the case of the heir). The heir wins, if only just, and Aidric nods before he takes a long pull of water and moves to enter the ring. "The bloody Circuit Champion," he mutters, he was just beginning to fancy the idea of winning this contest. Still he takes a defensive stance and prepares for the fight ahead.

Michael claps Joffrey on the back and then quickly makes way for his brother and the writer to fight. "Avenge me brother," he says to Gabe with a wink as they pass.

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword but Gabriel DODGES!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword but Aidric DODGES!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Left Leg.

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword but Aidric DODGES!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Gabriel has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Gabriel with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Gabriel has been KO'd!

The fight is on. Unlike when he fought Thaddeus, Gabriel isn't able to get a good start to things, unable to put any pressure on his opponents. A weighty back and forth ensues, but Gabriel is the first to get knocked to the ground. Grunting, he gets up and continues the fight. More blows are exchanged, and finally he falls to a knee, winded. Yielding, he grunts out a laugh. "Well fought, Sir. Well fought." He nods to the man and then heads back over to grin at Michael. "I guess you can avenge both of us now, eh?" He then nods at Evelyn, offering a smile and then heads off to go get his armor off and get something to drink.

"One help us, what a struggle! It's been an afternoon full of upsets, and this has proven no different! Are we seeing the rise of a whole new crop of future champions right before our eyes? I think it may be so!" The Cavalier bellows, "This will certainly be a tourney long remembered, not least of which for my scintillating commentary! I learned that word yesterday!" He clears his throat and notes, "And now, Sir Graham Cassomir and My Lady Sir Evelyn l'Faust, our only two undefeated competitors face each other! Give that Rivanan fellow the what-for, my dearest!"

"By the One," Evelyn breathes at the melee, as it goes on, and on, and the Red Knight shows his ferocity and endurance, and Aidric shows the Rivanians own fortitude and training with the sword. She only has kind words for Gabriel as he steps off the field, "You were resiliant, and an inspiration, Sir Gabriel." And, as her name is called against Graham, another whose proved of strong fortitude, "Let us see where this battle takes me." She inclines her head to Graham - respect for the Rivanian's prowess. "May the better Knight prevail," she tells Graham solemnly. Then, she moves in to attack.

Graham hears his name called after he claps from the last match. He will grab up the sword and mvoe back onto the fighting area. "An honor Sir Evelyn, a good match." he says to her with a bow of his head. He moves to get ready for the fight at hand he's seen her and knows this loks to be qutie a match.

Gastogne applauds over then from his place in the stands, having started to sober up some as he watches down at the next pairing.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Left Hand.

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword but Graham DODGES!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword but Graham DODGES!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Graham has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword but Graham DODGES!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Evelyn has been KO'd!

Aidric is exhausted by the time the fight with the l'Corren champion comes to its surprising close. This time there is no gloating, he has neither the want or the energy for it, he just nods, sweat stinging his eyes. "Well fought," he murmurs in return before he leaves the ring desperate for something to drink. Could he win it all? Something very much like hope blossoms in his chest before he quickly stifles it staking a seat by the ring and guzzling chilled water from a cup.

When he is called to fight again he tosses the cup aside to rise and meet the heir to Murnord once more.

Michael frowns at his brother's jest. "Seems I will need to," he says before settling in to watch Evelyn and Graham in their duel. When she loses he frowns but at least she will fight again, perhaps against him if he can deal with the damn writer. He grabs his helm and weapon and enters the ring and faces off against his foe blade held high.

Evelyn is breathing hard when she returns from the ring after that bout with Graham, nodding to the Rivanian, grinning some, and shaking her head as well. Already she is replaying the fight in her mind, trying to analyze where she made mistakes, and where she could improve upon. She mentions when she nears Michael and Gabriel before Michael leaves, "He is a remarkable swordsmen," speaking of Graham.

"Nooo! My sweet Evelyn! You monster! You brute! Ah well, she's still in the fight!" The Cavalier calls out, "And now a true rematch! Lord Aidric Carling versus Lord Michael l'Corren. Hopefully the future Duke of Murnord isn't intimidated! I suppose we shall see!" And with that, the match begins.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

Graham knew this fight would be tough and it was though he seemed to win at first she struck skillfully and his sword dropped. He will retireve it and continue the fight which he is lucky to win. "Thank you for the match Sir Evelyn." he comments to the fight and smiles even friendly. He will move to the sideline to await the fight.

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword but Aidric DODGES!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword but Aidric DODGES!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

There is applause once more for the Cassomir knight, from Clara. The bout was, at least to Clara's untrained eye, well fought. Or…at least rather thrilling. There was a catch in Clara's breath when Graham dropped his weapon, but then all was well afterwards. But the applause doesn't last long as the next match is already underway.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Aidric with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Aidric has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Michael has been KO'd!

"Oho! The Heir of Murnord avenges his earlier defeat, but only just! Well done Sir Aidric, you put on a great show! Just remember me fondly when you write about it!" The Cavalier notes, "But there's no rest for Sir Michael, as now he must face Sir Evelyn! The championship is in sight, dearest! You can do it!"

One's mercy the fight goes on forever. Michael presses the Writer hard and the Writer press him right back in turn. The thin faced man is quicker than him but Michael is stronger and a better hand with a blade. They dance and fight, the Writer stumbling but recovering before Michael can finish him until finally they both throw caution to the wind and strike. Michael feels his legs give out beneath him but he catches himself, and as he looks up the Writer is on a knee as well. He looks to the judge and gets the nod, victory, but a close one.

Michael stands "Well fought sir," he says and means it.

Aidric for his part looks at askance at the judge. He lost? A dozen curses flash through his mind. He had been so close! Still he keeps those curses behind his teeth and nods to his opponent. "Well fought," he replies and the two men leave the ring, Aidric limping off to his pavilion in search of wine.

Letting out a heavy breath, Evelyn can't help but give a brief chuckle towards the announcer. At least he was keeping her spirits up, and she tells Gabriel, "I'd ask you to wish me well, but …," before she grins. And that grin is carried into the ring, as she nods to Michael. "Sir," she greets. "Whatever the outcome, an honor to fight you." She inclines her head, and takes a cautious step towards the more experienced Knight, and then a quick stagger-step, and she moves to connect her first blow.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Hand.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Michael with Tourney Sword and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Left Hand.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Michael with Tourney Sword but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Michael with Tourney Sword but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Michael with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael has been KO'd!

"Yes! Yes! Victory is ours! And now My Lady can seek her just vengeance against the Rivanan who felled her earlier! She's only got to do it twice to win!" he clears his throat, and then moves off to let the battle commence!

Michael only has a moment before he re-enters the ring to face Evelyn. He summons up a grin. "Likewise," he says to her well-wishes and then the fight begins.

It's no simple fight but one he enjoys, blades clash, cut air and bruise flesh but in the end it is Evelyn is the better sword and she drives him to a knee. "Yield!" he says breathlessly but grinning. "I yield. Well-fough."

The battle is long, tiring, and for the most part, evenly matched. Evelyn manages to get two rather hard blows in during the bout, but neither finish Michael off, instead it's a lighter glance against the man after Evelyn sidesteps and sends him off balance. She is grinning, then, wide, and nods her respect to her opponent, then to the royal booth, before looking on to her next opponent. Graham, again? The grin doesn't dissapate from her features.

Graham watches the fight the battle seeming quite even at first though Sir Evelyn has the match. He knew she'd be a strong compeition when he'd seen her fight last. He will move onto the field and will ready himself. "Win or lose, an honor Sir Evelyn." he says a bow given to her .

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Light wound to Left Leg.

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Graham with Tourney Sword but Graham DODGES!

<COMBAT> Graham attacks Evelyn with Tourney Sword - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn has been KO'd!

Evelyn lunges, and gets a few decent blows in, dodges a few, and takes a few herself, but Graham's rather vicious strike sends her off balance, and she's unable to recover, and Graham's follow up blow sends her on her back. She lays there a few moments, catching her breath, "You are the better," she says, without regret to her words, to Graham. Then, slowly she gets up, a little tiredly, and a little sore, but no worse for wear. "Well fought, well won, Sir." She grins at Graham, then.

"Aaaaaah! The Cassomir knight takes the Duels as well as the Melee! What a set of bouts, though! If you need comforting, fair Evelyn, no doubt you know where to find me!" The applause is, perhaps not as enthusiastic as it would be for a native son or daughter, but at least they're not booing this time. "And that's it for our Duels, Lords and Ladies, Masters and Mistresses, We hope you've enjoyed the show, and be sure to join us in two days time for our Archery competition!"

Graham thinks the match is going against him at the start taking some solid thunks before he seems to find his place and lands some blows himself. It is only as she yields he steps over to offer a hand up should she accept. "Very well fought Sir Evelyn the match the crowd all wished to see we've done our families proud." he comments to her returning the grin friendly.

In a very un-royal display, a boisterous cheer erupts from Clara as Graham's blow causes Sir Evelyn to fall down. It is only after a few moments where she realizes that yes…she is being watched, too…and therefore adjusts her cheering to more appropriate levels. However, that does not diminish Clara's enthusiam in the slightest. She just manages to corral it for proper appearances.

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