awww poor guy<br/><br/>Averlee was happy that she was among the first to test her skill..she caught all the rings on her lance and kept a piece of cloth that pierced at the tip. During her first joust she and her opponent, a prince of a neighboring kingdom, both missed hitting each others shield. She hissed and hear the prince curse under his breath. The both hit shield on the 2nd pass splintering their lances. On the third pass her lance touched the prince's shoulder piece that gave her an extra 10 points. She returned to her side of the area to great cheers. She waves to the crowd. It was mid morning before her test of swordsmanship was tested.  A small midday meal was shared among the fighters. She could not eat much and gave her plate to her new assistants to share.<br/><br/>The princess watched as the other tested their skills. The first two knights that fought fiercely as they had a grudge to settle and both men were wounded, not too seriously. One wore a black tabbard of the Northern Kingdom and the other wore a red tabbard from the Southern Kingdom. They both fought until they could not stand. The arena master called it a tie. Averlee was quite pleased it was easier to have a wounded opponent. She would face the one of the Northern Kingdom. It would be a few hours.<br/><br/>The weather changed and it a light shower. The fighters and horses were muddy and the fights turned to spetical that were comical as the ground was very muddy and men fought like greased pigs slipping and sliding. Nicely polished and new tabbard were filthy and coated with mud.<br/><br/>Averlee faced her opponent walking on muck and she sank as she walked. She hoped to have the advantage because she was lighter. The princess faced the opposing prince bravely. The prince tried in vane to hide his sore and aching left arm. She used it to her advantage. In a scuffle,  Averlee toppled him in the mug and he fell on his back and she on top of him.  They rolled and were covered head to toe in mud. It was a long while before anyone could tell if there was a winner. Averlee held a blade to the prince's throat and he relented. She held her sword to the crowd and they roared with cheers. She turned to her assistants and smiled when she removed her helm. The prince snuck up behind her and dumped handfuls of mud over her head. She in turn begin to throw mud on him... in moment there was an all brawl on the arena of crowd and fighters in a mud fight fest.<br/><br/>(could not resist that)