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Post by kight on Oct 23, 2008 1:46:08 GMT 1
Rigoletto donned the black armor, which had become his sigma his new identity so to speak. He put on piece by piece of the armor, there where few he trusted enough to help him. But he could do it with out help, if he needed & he proffered it that way for now. Rigoletto then moved to the stales, where he went to his horse that he had put only armor on he knew that his horse would need. He had tacked & armored his horse before finishing up his own but, when he came down here he had enough of armor on that his, face was not seen & his identity was still hidden.
Once he had looked everything again, he put his foot in the saddle stirrup before he rose into the settle settling easily into it. Once into the saddle he light patted his horse neck before lightly click & with that his horse started to move with ease.
Once out of the stale he moved to the tile yard where a squire moved to ask what he needed. Rigoletto came to a stop as he pointed to the ground trebuchet the squire was quick to set up in it place facing it the way it would need to be. As the squire set up this Rigoletto, moved to get a lance that another squire handed up to him, once in hand & he knew the squires where out of the way he tapped his horse sides ridding quickly for the trebuchet & as he approached he set his lance tip into the shield on the one side, he easily avoided the weight on the other end.
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Post by rh on Oct 23, 2008 12:37:28 GMT 1
Patricia walked down the street holding an apple in one hand. She sat down on a bench taking a bite out of her apple, she looked around. Disgusting, she thought. What on earth was she doing here? It was foolish enough for her to get into any more trouble.
She sighed looking at a dark figure up ahead, it looked like knight, well it was a knight. Patricia just sat back into the bench staring at a tree in front of her. [/sizE][/color]
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Post by kight on Oct 23, 2008 16:17:05 GMT 1
The Black Knight felt the force of his lance, as it hit its mark. He had to duck & move his head to avoid the counter weight that spun around to hit him. Once past the trebuchet he stopped at the end, lightly patting his horse’s neck. He then turned around waiting for a new lance & the squires to spin the trebuchet, into place once done.
Rigoletto raised his lance before, little taping his horse sides as his horse move, he once more lower his lance as he sighted his target. Once more he it but, as he hit it he felt his lance crack under the force & he hand to not only move his head but, part of his body to keep form his broken lance from hitting him or his horse.
As he stopped at the end he threw his broken lance to the side to allow the squires to take it before handing him a new one. As he looked up the field he saw that parts of his lance had stuck to the target but, more then that he saw one of princes John’s others knights waiting to make a pass at him with lance & shield.
Looking over at a squire that was quick to bring him a shield & raised it so that Rigoletto could take it up. He made sure it was into place before, seeing the squire move back. With that he raised his lance to show he was ready, at seeing the other knight rise his lance showing he was ready with that he tapped his horses sided sending him forward & as the other knight did the same.
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Post by rh on Oct 23, 2008 16:24:31 GMT 1
Patricia threw away the apple as she finished the last of it and got her lazy self up. She gave the knight another glance before embracing herself towards his position. She sighed slightly, knowing who this man was now. The Black Knight.
She walked towards him keep in a huge breath, and finally she said gracefully as she approached him bowing until she was almost staring at the ground. "Hello your grace, need any assistance?" [/size][/color]
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Post by kight on Oct 23, 2008 16:50:10 GMT 1
Rigoletto had easily hit the other knight’s shield, as they had his but; Rigoletto had almost unhorsed them as well. As he came to a stop at the end of the tile he saw a Lady move in his direction, he did not miss her actions. He understudy why she did it but, it did not mean that he liked it much. But he also knew that for the time, he had no say in such a matter.
At her words he nodded lightly to her in a respectful manor, as he spoke “If you wise to, at the moment I need a new lance & the one I just passed with to be placed on the rack to your right” The lance would be cheeked to see if they could still be used or if they, might not be worth keeping. With that said he waited to see what she would do or say.
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Post by rh on Oct 23, 2008 16:57:51 GMT 1
"Yes your grace." She said with some kind of respect in her voice as he ordered her to do as he spoke. Patricia held the lance from his hand and placed it on the rack on her right and passed him another. "Here you go, my Lord."
She slightly made eye contact with the ground and moved away leaning onto a tree still watching the ground. Her blond hair fell on her face recklessly.
Her blue eyes glanced at the Squire then at a tree near her. [/size][/color]
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Post by kight on Oct 23, 2008 17:06:11 GMT 1
He saw her move to take his first lance he handed it to her, trying not to make all the weight hit her at once. He then waited as she brought him another lance, taking it up he wait for her to be out of harms way before looking down the field for his appoint.
Then he raised his lance showing he was ready, as he moved down the field he crossed his lane over his shield as he sighted up on the other knight. As he hit the other knight’s shield he struck hard trying to force, the other knight to lose his shield. But he would have to wait to see what happened, once at the end he patted his horse side again with his shield hand before looked over his shoulder to cheek on the other knight.
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Post by rh on Oct 23, 2008 17:11:59 GMT 1
Patricia glanced at his practice, it was more than good. Such power, she thought. She was ready enough to get another lance for him. She glanced at a shadow behind a tree. She looked away, striking her blue eyes at the Dark Knight.
She pushed her thoughts to one side and her actions to another, waiting for his next move. [/size][/color]
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Post by kight on Oct 23, 2008 17:28:49 GMT 1
At seeing the other knight would wait, he lowered his lance to a squire before taking up the lance she held. He thought he had seen something or some one; perhaps he was losing it or was still on full guard after returning home. He nodded to her in thanks but, was sure to speak so that she would hear “With this next pass, it could ether end, go to hand to hand or I might need another lance. But what ever the out come be careful of the other knight, if he feels that he is losing he might try to harm you”
Rigoletto knew some knights acted in such a manor, a manor that was below a knight & at times one had to play such parts but, there was a difference in killing & simply playing a part. With that said he waited for her to move back, before he turned his horse & once more raised his lance before charging back down the path to meet the other knight.
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Post by rh on Oct 23, 2008 17:33:16 GMT 1
As she had heard his words, she nodded. "Yes your grace." She passed him the lance, stood back and watched the little practice. She hid behind a tree sitting down, watching the tree's leaves move from left to right due to the wind.
She sighed breathing in the good air, managing a small smirk she glanced at a little squirrel.
She picked it up with her right hand and had given it a nut in the left. [/size][/color]
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Post by kight on Oct 23, 2008 18:11:19 GMT 1
Rigoletto’s lance hit the knight hard, knocking him from his mount with out even making the man’s horse rear. He must have had his head in the clouds or was else where to be take off the easily, there could have been another reason that some of the men where not trained well or at all.
With that Rigoletto moved to the end of the path, where he stopped praised his horse as he waited to see if the man would press for continued fight. So he watched as the squire ran out to cheek on him to see, if he was alright of if he needed help or if he would quite.
The odds where the night would quite for this day since, there was not real fight just practice & there where hardly any that had ever beat Rigoletto as the Black Knight
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Post by rh on Oct 23, 2008 18:25:15 GMT 1
[[Let's say we end it there?]] [/size][/color]
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