<span style="font-family:Vidaloka">There was one particular knight who was wearing a smirk for the whole duration of the King’s speech, and it was clear that he was more than a little cocky about the whole situation. There weren’t many close enough to actually make out his expression aside from the other knights standing alongside him and there wasn’t much that any of them could actually do about it at all so it just remained as it was. As the King’s words came to a close, all the knights and the squires bowed their heads - Wesley’s actions being a bit delayed from all the others - and then everyone moved to the back before the announcer announced the two first fighters. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:goldenrod"><b>“Our first two competitors will be Sir Bradley and Sir Jameson of Bridgewater Town!”</b></span> the announcer called out as he stepped forward and called out the names. <br/>
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It was then that a new problem dawned on Wesley as he stood with the other squires, awaiting his turn to present a knight with their weapon of choice during the games. He didn’t know the name of the knight who’d hired him on! It was a huge problem because he couldn’t actually fulfill his duty as a squire if he didn’t know which knight he was supposed to give the lance to. Wesley also knew that he couldn’t panic, though. He tried to bring his absolute panic to a halt, and he took a few deep breaths hoping desperately that he could simply recognize the knight and figure things out that way. He had seen him a few times, after all. <br/>
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When he finally looked at the fighting ring again, he saw the two called knights going to their separate sides. Each was mounted on a horse and it was a simple jousting match. Each would charge at the other and attempt to knock the other off of their horse. As he recovered from his panic, though, Wesley was completely ignorant to the fact that Sir Bradley still lacked his weapon. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:darkorange"><b>“Hey! You!”</b></span> the squire beside him tried to get his attention again. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:darkorange"><b>“You’re Sir Bradley’s squire, right?”</b></span> <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“Oh!”</b></span> Wesley jumped up and looked towards the knight. Yes, that was the one. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“Uhm, yes! Yes I am.”</b></span> Clumsily making his way out there due to the lacking of balance in the weapon he was carrying, Wesley sighed because he could hear the laughter in the crowd. It was often said, after all, that the competency of a squire reflected the competency of a knight. While this was Wesley’s dream, he hadn’t at all imagined that this round would go like this. <br/>
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He could feel Sir Bradley’s glaring eyes upon him as he handed the lance to the knight and Wesley didn’t stick around to hear what Sir Bradley had to say. Instead, he simply turned and ran almost immediately after that. He was fast, too, faster than a squire would usually be. <br/>
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Fortunately for Wesley, Sir Bradley lost to Sir Jameson in that round. Wesley wouldn’t have to squire any more that day.</span>