A Knights Tale

[Lord Logan]

His heart pounded, the sounds of the crowd drowned themselves out in his thoughts. Bishop reached up, pulling down the face shield of his helmet.

"Knights prepare yourselves" cried the herald.

Lunging up the awkward lance taking a second to bang it against his shield, Bishop looked across the arena finding his target. Wolf, a knight he had stood beside in the heat of battle many times, his eyes were focus directly back at him. A nod the two gave to one another.

The flags which lined the arena dropped, the two dug deep into thier mounts with their heels as they sped towards the center. A sickening thud rang out as the two smashed squarely into the others shields. The crowd stood and cheered as the knights struck the ground.

"Double dismount" announced the herald to the crowd. "The score is 2 to 2".

The knights of HONOR stood, remounted and returned to thier respective ends. Again a simple nod by both was given.

"Knights prepare yourselves" rang from the herald again.

The flags lowered, the two charged hard towards each other. *Smash* Bishop could nay dodge the attack from Wolf and before his lance could reach the Ancient he found himself flat on his back again.

"Dismount Wolf" The herald announced to the crowd as he lit the scoring lamps, "4 to 2 be the score."

Bishop regained his seat upon his mount as the two Elder warriors made their way to thier sides for what could be the last run. Bishop knew Wolf only required a single hit to win the match now. Yet he stayed confident, as his skill had rarely failed him before.

Once again the herald sung the words, "knights prepare yourselves".

Violently the two headed towards one another as the flags of the arena fell. Wolf's lance found itself squarely on the helmet of Bishop as he flew from his horse once again. This fall would take the warior over the barricades as he landed in the flower garden along the seats. His helmet badly dented, Wolf came to his aid. Removing the helmet and applying bandages to the face of his fallen brother. Bishop sat up and spat several of his front teeth from his bleeding mouth.

"Nice shot brother", Bishop stated to Wolf as he stood. Staggering to his feet he turned to the crowd and raised the hand of the victorious one.

The brothers of HONOR embraced, "Well done Wolf", Bishop struggled to get off his lips as the area swelled rather quickly. "Give 'em hell the rest of the way", he then grabbed his mount and walked away head high knowing that Wolf would represent the Legion well.