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Grand melee 
Mable Frey

Mable beamed as her horse trotted into the arena. The steed had been offered to her by Jenn. The beautiful stallion was originally bought for Rhaegar. Mable already knew they'd be best friends the horse was raring to go as it stared out to the field. The hedge knight who approached her from that start was to arrogant. In his haste the poor man road directly into her tourney spear throwing both of them off there horses. Mable rolled easily a mercenary by trade as her shield came up expecting the man's sword as he swung it down at her. Mable clipped the man in the helm knocking him out. Mable smiled at the approaching Riverlanders. They'd formed up determined to protect there young Lord Tully and for some to punish Steffon for his victories in the duels. 

Mable was delighted to see Miri Gray among the crowd entering the arena. The young woman's skill was legendary among mercenaries and for good reason. Mable hoped to cross blades with her, but knew it would be better to retreat for now. Mable swung her leg up on to her horse riding instead towards the stragglers avoiding large groups. A few minor hedge knights were all she found exchanged glancing blows the majority new to the field trying to make a name for themselves. The first carried a maul much to large for him. The fool nearly fell out of his saddle leaving his head fully exposed. Mable dispatched him in time, but always found more riders heading her way. Mable carried a Frey banner and it was likely someone had offered coin to see her embarrassed. The few not cheering on Rhaegar boo'd happily at Mable cursing the Frey's. The second man carried a mace shattering Mable's shield. The blow sent her sprawling as the man dismounted to finish her. Mable threw the scraps of shield buying her a moment to stand up duel wielding her spear and sword. Mable could feel the sweat thick on her forehead as the man charged for a two handed blow. It was close, Mable just managed to trip the man knocking him out with the end of her spear. Mable smiled gesturing for the squire to take her horse. It would do her better for now to fight on the ground. The third and fourth men did her the courtesy of dismounting there horses the stadium as Mable smiled back to the arena wall as the crowd threw drinks at her. The cool ale more refreshing then annoying as Mable charged like a madwoman swinging her weapons as fast as she could taking the men off guard. There shields held, but both appeared to be run down by a passing knight intent on his opponent. Mable panted gently worn out as the crowd laughed hoping the next opponent was either slow, drunk, or intent on losing as she charged back into the fray.  
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The crowd

Steffon Frey and Jenn Rivers

Steffon smiled happily at the request hurrying as much as his wounds would let him. Jenn supported his weight gently as the two climbed the stairs up to Prince Aemon. Steffon said in a gently, but matter of fact tone "My closest friend was married today and I can't embrace him because of politics." It was annoying, but Aemon would be king one day. The Frey name as it was wasn't in good enough standing that a close relationship with Steffon would go over well with the public. It was necessary therefore for both men to use proper tact while at a public event. Steffon smiled waiting patiently as Jenn watched out of the corner of her eyes. Arya having rarely come this close to Jenn in years at King's landing. Steffon and Jenn sat in chairs at the grand table choosing to sit as close as they could. Steffon even if he wanted to be near his friend was several seats away. 

The good news was at least Steffon got to sit awkwardly near the Bran Stark the legendary winged wolf. Steffon couldn't help, but flinch a little from surprise. The Lord was rumored to be an extremely powerful Warlock. The Lord looked peaceful in his seat at the very least surely watching his son ready for combat. Steffon smiled warmly extending a friendly hand "A pleasure sir, I'm glad we get such great seats for the show. Is the north doing well in these warm times? It seems wherever we go in these days trouble seems to be stirring. It's nice to come down south where things are peaceful for a change." 

Jenn so close to Arya kept up the impression of just being a simple diplomat. Jenn refused for a second to leave Lord Steffon unguarded in the presence of there greatest enemy. Arya Stark, butcher of the Twins stood much to close to Steffon for Jenn's comfort even when the monster was in King's landing and Steffon was in his keep. They called her the king's black hand, but Jenn recognized the feral dog Arya was in her youth. Jenn knew it was her duty to stay on high alert with Arya so close. The skin on her neck standing on end as Jenn resisted the urge to grab her hidden knives for protection. Arya and her thrice cursed mother Stoneheart had ravaged the Frey's. The acts of depravity were still local legend among the Frey's. When the war ended and the Frey's took the knee there only request was Arya's head on a spike. When the Frey's were refused it had nearly lead to a refusal to surrender. The cooler heads prevailed and Steffon was sent as a ward to King's Landing. The refusal was still a sore spot and Jenn could feel her fear and animosity rising towards Arya as it always did in her presence. Jenn finally let out a cool breath calming down. It was her duty not to cause a scene as well so she watched Arya from the corner of her eye trying to relax. The stare had spooked her, but Arya wasn't worth embarrassing her house, not yet anyway. Jenn could tell Steffon wanted to be closer to his old friend, but it was impossible until things improved in the Riverlands. 

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Mable rolled left as the arrows shot past putting away her lute in favor of her sword and shield. The sound of the man's hard feet on the ground. The winged man charged there Ranger holding two swords. Mable stepped firmly in the way her shield ready as the man flew down into her barely keeping her footing as he drove her back several inches towards the ground. The effort was almost to much as the man clearly charged in gliding fast. Mable coughed as the two came to a stop a foot in front of there ranger. Mable was happily surprised her shield survived the wood a little scuffed, but nothing to serious. Mable tilted the shield up so the creature slid off. Mable smiled warmly resting her rapier at the creatures throat gently. The poor thing might be insane, so she hesitated hoping it could be reasoned with. "Good evening, nice day were having. Quick question, Why shouldn't I ram my rapier through your throat and see what color your blood is?"   The words were sharp clean and to the point. Mable wouldn't hesitate to kill the man the group certainly had the numbers for that.
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