"Careful not to let the lance slip, or his will go right through you." Ciaran advised, strapping the armor onto Simona.
"Right through m-me? It can do that...?" Simona's eyes widened suddenly and she glanced down nervously. "Well- it could... N-not that you're going to die or anything! It's just that you could get seriously injured or mutilated." Ciaran exclaimed, seeing Simona's horrified expression.
"Match begins in 3 marks!" the announcer proclaimed.
Quickly, Simona was placed on her horse and soon, was racing toward her opponent. Their lances clashed together, splinters flying through the air.
"Point- Green!" the harold called, placing a flag on Simona's side.
"You can fight with a sword, I've seen you do it," Gilia said "It's just too bad they didn't have a dagger throwing contest. Now that you would win." she chuckled, handing Simona a sword.
"Don't make fun, I'm making do!" Simona barked. The match began, and Gilia pushed Simona forward. Her opponent was a tall human with greasy hair and an unkempt beard. "I thought people fighting were supposed to be clean." Simona muttered.
The man growled and swung his sword down at her. Simona dodged to the side, clanking her sword against the stomach of the man's armor. He grunted and lunged with his sword at Simona.
Simone jumped out of the way, thankful that she wasn't wearing heavy armor. She stuck her foot directly behind the man's knee and as he was turning to attack again, he tripped. Simona rested the tip of her sword on the man's chest plate, leaning on it.
Her opponent nodded to the score keepers and Simona won the point.
"Great. You've gotten one out of the way. Good luck with the next one." Daran sighed, eyeing the newcomer. Simona followed his eyes and frowned. It was Adrian. The dark haired man was wearing armor that resembled blackened steel, and he was holding a sword that looked like onyx.
"He looks like a dark overlord in that getup." Simona spoke through the corner of her mouth. Gilia leaned over the fence and yelled, "Nothing Mona can't handle!"
Adrian was glaring hungrily, passing his sword from on hand to another. Simona frantically made a timeout sign and hopped over the fence.
"He's going to kill me!" she exclaimed. "He can't- it's against the rules." Ciaran said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "He'll find a way!" Simona turned her head, seeing that Adrian was grinning devilishly.
"I've got just he thing!" Gilia stuck her hands into her bag. She brought out a shirt of chainmail that was as bright as the stars. "It's Mithrel. Quickly, put it on."
Simona nodded and put the Mithrel over her shirt and put her armor back on. "Alright. . . I guess it's my time." she gulped and stepped back into the fenced pen.
Quicker than lightning, Adrian's sword had come down, into contact with her shoulder. Surprisingly, her armor was unscathed. Simona whirled her sword around, barely catching Adrian's side.
Their swords met in the air and they pushed strongly. "How's your fiancé? I'm sure he wouldn't want you to be in such a dangerous competition." Adrian hissed in Simona's face.
"I don't need to be protected." She spat. "Oh, you're going to be thinking differently once I'm done with you." He growled, slipping around her, slamming his sword down onto her back.
A/N
Uuuugh! It took waaay too long to get this chapter up. :p
Eh, hope you like it.