I wondered again why I was there, what I was doing. What contribution did I still have? It had been so long, did I still know how to play the game?
Out of the grey men moved, their bright colors washed out in the chilling wind.
It was so damn cold.
With my polearm, I took the field.
I wanted something easy, something that my frozen bones could withstand. I assayed the crowd milling around, stamping their feet, moving as I did to try to generate a little heat. I was trying to imagine who my opponent was.
I mentally figured I had a good chance at a So-So opponent. Someone I had a chance to beat.
I figured wrong. I got a Duke.
I didn't question why I was still there. I was committed. It was time to do the deed.
And my polearm blazed with Fire!
No, really, it did. Ask anyone who was there.
The Duke and I clashed, he dodging out of my flaming blade, I knocking the sword from his hand. He regained it and dropped into my leg putting me down to my knees. I returned the favor and now we two wounded warriors went at it, sloppy, brutal, breathing in the fog from each others breath.
And I won.
And then I had some Roast Beef and tea the bytchearse made. There was also some chicken and cheese. I like Chicken and Cheese! I also ate way too much of the roast beef, but I have no regrets.
I saw swanduchess and got a hug from nazrynn and fatalrenegade and it was too cold to do anything else. And it rained.
That is my report of Balfour's challenge. Questions?