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ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

"We shall begin with archery." Edwin announced, and the knaves brought the knights their bows and quivers.
"Here, Sir Tadgh." His knave, a young lad by the name of Matthew, lowered his eyes in soft reverence as he offered the large bow and heavy quiver.
 
He nodded and quietly thanked the boy as he took it easily. He notched his arrow, and drew back the string slowly. He waited for the signal.
 
The fellow knights did the same, and the crowd was quiet as they watched. Synne kept her eyes on Tadgh, eyes holding love and fondness.
 
The flag was lowered, and each of them let loose their shots. One after the other, decently hitting marks, until Tadgh let loose an arrow with an extra strength on the bow he did not know he had, and the arrow sailed true. Fast, blindingly fast, it struck the center of the target, passing almost clean through the target itself.
 
There were gasps through the crowd, the other knights passing glances between the arrow and Tadgh, before those who bore his colors cheered and stomped their feet hard as they waved his flags.
 
Matthew was in awe, holding the bow tightly as he nodded. The servants moved to quickly dismantle the targets and set them away.
"A fine show," Edwin smiled proudly, "we shall now begin the swordsmanship."
 
"The first round will be against Sir Luke and Sir Noah. All others, if you please," Edwin gestured to the side lines, "I ask you steel yourselves."
 
Synne glanced over at him every now and again, smiling softly when she did. Matthew brought Tadgh some water, looking up at him with admiration.
"You're incredible, Sir Tadgh...! Truly, masterful!"
 
The competitors dwindled until finally Tadgh was called forward.
"Sir Tadgh, Sir Arthur, please fight with honor and pride." Edwin said.
 
Tadgh drew his blade from the dirt and rolled his neck as he stepped towards the arena. He felt hot. A heat, all consuming.
 
Tadgh swung in as well, using the guard of his massive sword to deflect the blade, rolling off the blow of his shield.
 
Tadgh was just a little faster, using the width of the blade to deflect attacks, hammering down on Arthur’s shield with near inhuman strength.
 
Tadgh's last swing bounced hard, hitting against Arthur's shield and bouncing off his helmet, knocking him to the ground and knocking him briefly unconscious. Tadgh's spectators cheered and screamed joyously at his victory.
 
Tadgh’s eyes flashed red, something only Synne saw, as he looked for a moment like he was going to finish Arthur off. But instead he planted his blade firmly in the dirt beside the unconscious man, and raised his fist in triumph. After his small celebration, he helped the serfs carry Arthur off the field.
 
Synne blushed softly and looked away. The peasants were practically feral over his triumph, waving his colors so much that the fabric nearly ripped from the wood.
 
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