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 Subject: First Lance
The air smells clean and crisp as the sun reaches its zenith in the sky. It is almost time. Standing in his green and white canvas tent he clears and focuses his mind as the squire finishes placing the last pieces of his heavy plate on and prepares to bolt the shield to his left side. The unmoving shield holds his new crest, granted to him by the land's noble family. A green and black background with a rendition of his fallen friend Damian the wolf in the center. Once the shield is in place he picks up his helm, it is heavier than he expected; damn these fools and their pretence for protection and safety at the loss of mobility, but if this is what the lady wants of him, then it shall be done. Placing the helmet on his head, he tells the squire to once again check his lances for cracks and impurities. While the squire busies himself with the critical inspection he focuses on putting on his gauntlets and applying copious amounts of chalk for grip. Just as the squire returns, a tournament attendant enters the tent to tell him that his first opponent is a man by the name of The "Pu" and that they are ready for the match to begin.

Entering the field, a sturdy war horse is brought before him. The beast seems skittish as it has never participated in a joust. Approaching the horse from the front he places his hand on its muscular neck and looks into its eyes and begins to whisper what sounds like gibberish; to the shock of those close enough to hear, the horse calmed down immediately and stood ready and waiting. He smiles to himself as he backs away from the horse and bends down to pluck some grass from the turf before releasing it into the air to gauge the swiftness of the breeze. Nodding to himself, he turns to the squires and tells them he is ready to mount the great veteran war horse. With surprisingly little help he is quickly mounted. Wheeling the horse around he places himself to the right of the tilt barrier, facing his opponent called Pu. Dropping his visor, he takes the first lance from the squire and awaits the signal to begin the first of the three rounds.

The horn sounds and he spurs the horse on, rising up in the stirrups to drive the horse on faster and faster. A quarter of the ways down the barrier through the middle of the grassy field he drops his lance to a forty-five degree angle and holds it steady. The crowd laughs as he forgoes the cradle designed to catch the hilt of the fourteen foot heavy oaken lance, but he has his reasons. Bearing down on his opponent, he shifts his weight to the right of the horse, covering the left side of his body with his shield. At the last second, he twists his body and drives the lance with his whole body in a circular motion until it is at a fifteen degree angle; trying to sweep over his opponents lance for a better shot in a downward motion towards his opponents helm and using the wind from the right to try and aid in building momentum for the blow. With the motion complete and his blow thrown, he pitches himself backwards to absorb his opponents blow while pinching the horses quarter with his legs to try and avoid being dehorsed with all his might should the blow be a strong one.
Time Posted: September 8 2009 12:02 am EDT
Last updated: September 8 2009 07:08 pm EDT


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