(For Potato-Ranger)
Gilan laid in a bush concealed, waiting. Gilan waited patiently for his foe and eventually he came. Horace came into view on his horse. He trotted up to the spot Gilan was hiding. He looked around and then bellowed, "I know you're there Gilan! You promised me a fair fight!"
Gilan too aim and drew back his bow, but stopped sighing. Gilan stepped out, "Yes I did and you shall have it. Though, the king you serve poisoned my brethren like a coward.
Horace glowered, "King Dimon would never do that, Gilan. There's no use lying."
Horace dismounted facing Gilan. Gilan sneered taking a few paces back."If you were any other of his knights then I would have shot you from the beginning, but I know you are a fair man. I'd hoped you would have seen through Dimon's clever ruse to murder the royal family."
Horace stiffened, "Still your silver tongue, ranger."
Gilan stopped, "Are you ready?"
Horace scowled at the bow resting at his side, "Discard the bow."
"No."
Horace glared at him before muttering, "Fine. I'm ready."
Gilan immediately sent a string of arrows at Horace. Horace's armor covered most of his body except for his head and his arms, so most panged back. One arrow was imbedded in Horace's shield, raised to protect his face. Horace charged forward. Gilan kept backward rapidly emptying his quiver in an effort to wear his opponent down. Gilan fires his last arrow, opening a shallowing cut on Horace's wrist. Gilan drew his sword quickly and advanced to meet Horace. Horace began a series of lightning fast attacks, all aimed at different areas. Gilan defended just as fast, but couldn't find the time to counter attack. After an especially vicious stroke, Gilan hopped backwards. Horace's armor was protective, but hampering. Gilan suspected that Horace was getting tired by now, but the sword cut both ways and Gilan knew that he was also getting tired from Horace's attacks. "Getting tired, Ranger?"
Gilan ignored him and jumped his sword from his right to his left, gaining some ground to a surprised knight. Gilan stabbed at Horace, but was blocked by Horace's shield. Horace grinned and head butted Gilan, sending him flying into the dirt. Gilan scrambles backwards, taking a slash to his chest. Gilan cursed. He knew that it was shallow, but it still wouldn't help his situation. Horace bore down on him stroke after stroke. And then Horace started panting. Gilan knew this was his last shot. Gilan feinted, stabbed, and then hacked at Horace's face. Horace blocked it with his shield and stabbed Gilan in the chest. Gilan coughed, "No, why?"
And then fell to the ground, defeated.