Merebelle Gray, soon was handed a modest steed by House Tully. It was an indication of her status to House Tully, but also a hint on whom she should support, in this melee to come. The key to the Great Game of Westeros - was knowing, whom to pick as your enemies and who as your allies.

The show of getting a horse, was both part - her status of being a servant of House Tully. But also a reminder that she SERVED House Tully - both on the field of battle, and off the field. As such, like many other knights, she joined the guard around the young Lord Tully - while adjusting her hair, and pulled a helmet onto her head. While it wasn't much of a fit and was kinda uncomfortable, it was better than getting a hammer or pommel to the face. Soon enough they pulled onto the field, Merebelle slightly ahead of the group - and immediately got to work, defeating or striking back any foe - that dared march at their line.

She soon engaged in combat, matching blow for blow - a knight of an unknown House. As they crossed blades, Merebelle got her first taste of a rival knight. They were as equal in combat as any other - and what made Merebelle win this round was simply two factors colliding, one was her helmet was bashed off her head - which distracted the knight for a moment. And secondly, her longsword had a better handle and reach than her opponent - which she soon managed to dismount.For the next hour, she engaged in fighting - making sure to keep her head low and avoid getting cheap-shotted. Her count reached about four opponents down.

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She kept protecting her young Lord Tully against the other contestants. Namely those who were eager to charge in and get cut down. While this was a simple meele against anyone - there was still some hints of loyalty between Lord and knight. Even on a mock battleground.

Miri soon took one moment and spotted a lone soldier, to which she urged her horse forward and eliminate her out. Mable saw the beautiful steed glad that Merebelle had come for her. Mable raced forward her spear and sword ready as she threw the spear with all her might aiming for the horses chest.

Merebelle leaned forward and smacked the spear away from her horse. Not willing to let some unknown knight injure a horse in service of House Tully. Mable smiled drawing her sword the mark of house Frey on the front of her armor as she waited. Mable dodged the steed at the last second moving left as she swung to unseat Merebelle. 

Merebelle twisted her sword and blocked the strike. Her longsword having more reach than the sword of the Frey. Mable smiled the force from horse back enough to send her back nearly a foot. When she stood up Merebelle was already upon her. "You lose Frey...." spoke Merebelle, sword at her chest and the horse above her. In a normal engagement she would have been trampled and left to bleed out. Mable smiled bowing out honorably.

Merebelle watched the Frey soldier back away from the fight - not many Riverlanders trusted a Fray on sight. Especially what happened, after the Red Wedding they commited and their unstable rule of the Riverlands. Before she turned her horse around and rejoined her Lord' side.

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