NinjaTangerine
Lord of Altera
The Wolfstadt Festival
Federico shut the visor of his helmet, glaring at the mounted knight ahead of him; his horse jerking slightly from side to side as the rider positioned himself comfortably. He flexed his fingers which grasped the polearm standing high above him, decorated with his family sigil, flourishing with ribbon which rippled in the slight breeze. The crowd surrounding him slowly came to a muffled silence, before a squire each shuffled to the two combatant’s horses, assuring the armour and reins. Federico turned his horse and slowly trotted towards the royal viewing box, where he smiled at the beautiful lady before him, sat next to his father and brothers. She curtseyed, before reaching for a red silk ribbon beneath her clothes, and then tied it lightly to the end of Federico’s lowered lance. She smiled flirtatiously as he nodded to his family, and quickly he turned at the shout of the announcer, rushing back to his position, the announcer’s cry forcing the squires and workers to rush to the edges of the arena. Almost immediately the announcer began his count, and the starting horn sounded, echoing through Wolfstadt.
Federico charged, his horse galloping alongside his lowered lance, angled at the heart of his opponent. The drums in the distance beat to the hooves of Cavallo as they grew louder he neared the enlarged knight ahead. Federico’s eyes sharpened, the last beat of the drum clattered through the canals of the city as their lances crashed into each other, the crowd silent with suspense. Dust filled the jousting lanes, taking several moments to clear as the horses trotted to the ends. As the clouds settled back to the floor the crowd became filled with chatter and cheer.
The man walked up to the other, who was lying on the dirt facing the sky, his shield shattered into splinters across the lane. He lifted his visor slowly, immense exhaustion overcoming him, as he saw the face of his rival in front. The man offered out his hand, grinning slightly as he heaved the other up to his feet. His lengthy black hair waved in the breeze as he then wiped his brow, before complementing,
“A good joust, Michal! Close, too!”.
Michal smirked at Federico, before spitting into the ground as the two left the lanes as the next pair of combatants entered the arena.
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Federico charged, his horse galloping alongside his lowered lance, angled at the heart of his opponent. The drums in the distance beat to the hooves of Cavallo as they grew louder he neared the enlarged knight ahead. Federico’s eyes sharpened, the last beat of the drum clattered through the canals of the city as their lances crashed into each other, the crowd silent with suspense. Dust filled the jousting lanes, taking several moments to clear as the horses trotted to the ends. As the clouds settled back to the floor the crowd became filled with chatter and cheer.
The man walked up to the other, who was lying on the dirt facing the sky, his shield shattered into splinters across the lane. He lifted his visor slowly, immense exhaustion overcoming him, as he saw the face of his rival in front. The man offered out his hand, grinning slightly as he heaved the other up to his feet. His lengthy black hair waved in the breeze as he then wiped his brow, before complementing,
“A good joust, Michal! Close, too!”.
Michal smirked at Federico, before spitting into the ground as the two left the lanes as the next pair of combatants entered the arena.
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