Ah. Sweet, sweet crack. Hope you enjoy.
People had come from everywhere for the annual tournament, and Arthur stood on the balcony before them.
"Attention," he proclaimed. "People of Camelot, visitors: from this day forth, there will be no more tournaments. Thank you."
"Hang on," someone from the crowd protested before Arthur could go anywhere. "What's this about?"
"I apologize," Arthur urged, "But we just can't afford to lose any more knights."
"That's not fair!" another man grumbled. "I came here to fight a knight from Camelot!"
Arthur sighed, waving a hand dismissively.
"Fine. Fight Sir Leon." He continued, mumbling, "It's not like he can die anyway."
