Sightles

When the Flames Die

Alright. Epsir should be making the announcement of the next round when he gets on next, which should be soon.

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Hey, Quad, you still good to go next in the melee, with me?

Alright, you'll be going up against the winner of Micah's and Drowsy's match, which looks to be Drowsy. We're doing Quad and I's match next if I'm not mistaken.

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Good timing is about the only think I'm good at. Haha

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Accepted! Welcome aboard! What events are you participating in the tournament? There's jousting, melee, and archery.

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Thomas was taken aback by the sudden conversation from the woman approaching him. Thomas turned to respond to her, "I'm sorry, I don't quite know your name." Thomas replied, instead of answering the woman's question. Thomas had to pry his eyes away from the fight between Jezin, and the other man that Thomas had never seen before. The fight was starting to look good, and the ragged looking man seemed to be giving Jezin a run for his money. Thomas could tell, though, that it was due to the unconventional style in which the man fought, but if you know your opponent would beat you in a straight up fight, it would be smartest to fight asymmetrically. Watching fighting only made Thomas hungrier to actually fight himself.

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Thomas laid himself down, carefully on the cot. Relaxing himself as he did so. He was glad to be able to lay down, the first time for him in several days. Most of his sleep was caught sitting in a chair for a couple of hours, and most of his food was ate while carrying on with his duties. Thomas rolled over on his side, to relax even more. He would kill for a warm bath, right now. Thomas wondered who was fighting in the melee, currently. Probably Jezin, and donned his black leather doublet, as he headed outside. Eventually, he made it back to the dirt runway, now converted for a melee. It appeared as if the match was even for now. Thomas watched from afar, as the fight unfolded, taking mental notes of both of the contestant's fighting styles.

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"You should go then. Sophia is a princess, after all. They don't let to be kept waiting." Thomas said, with a small smirked, "Go on, I'll stay here and catch myself before I have to enter the melee." Thomas added, as he picked himself up and made his way over to a cot, in the corner of the room, which he promptly sat down on, Thomas wasn't as sore as he had been from some jousts, but he was definitely feeling the hit he had taken from Sir Ansell. That might of been the hardest he had been hit. He never even saw it coming, either. Maybe age was finally catching up with Thomas.

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Thomas nodded, indicating he was in the melee, "I won't be fighting until after the next round of jousts. They'll do one match of the melee, then do two rounds of the joust, then once more do a round of melee. I won't be fighting in the melee for a while." Thomas replied, with a smile. "Don't worry, I have plenty of time to rest, and this isn't my first tournament." Thomas added, with a small chuckle. He never had time to relax, as of late, and sitting here relaxing in a chair, enjoying the company of Gareth, was the closest he had gotten to complete relaxation for a while now. Thomas stood up slightly, before going straight back down in his chair. Thomas almost smiled to himself as he did so. He was still a little too sore to move, a growing sign that the 20 years of tournament had taken a severe physical toll on his body. Maybe Gareth was right, relaxation would be a must if Thomas was too win the tournament.

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Thomas smiled, as he watched worry spread over Gareth's face. He dutifully sat down, but he knew the wound was not a serious one. It was just a mere cut. Once the blood was wiped away, it was revealed the cut had stopped bleeding already, "Thank you, I appreciate your concern, Gareth." Thomas replied, with a smile, as he relaxed in the chair he had sat in, "I'm sure I can win the finals. If Redwyne Cole makes it to the finals, it'll be an interesting match, but I'm sure I can prevail." Thomas said, as he finished removing his armor, opting to leave on his padded tunic, while taking off the plate armor and chain mail, "I'm glad we're friends." Thomas said, with another smile. While Thomas had a lot of friends in the capital, Gareth was different in the aspect that he was apart of the same race Thomas was, which was somewhat special to Thomas. Thomas rubbed his collarbones, slightly, knowing they would be extremely bruised from Sir Ansell's hit.

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Thomas watched at Gareth sprinted for the his tent, so as to meet Thomas once he was done. Thomas, after sorting some things out with his squires, quickly made his way to the tent. Blood still smeared on his face, he entered the tent, with a smile akin to that of a boy who had just received a ton of candy. Thomas was filled with the same excitement he had felt when he first started jousting when he was 14, "Well, what'd you think?" Thomas said, his beaming smile turning to a huge grin. He was still sore, especially after the huge hits he had taken, but he didn't care for now. He was going to be participating in the finals. Thomas started to take his arm off, so that he could breath easy once more.