First Competition: Valcore vs. Callohan

Irritated, Valcore put on the last of the armor he was required to wear and took a quick snatch at a javelin, a javelin he had favored most of all. It was black with silver skulls and spiraling snakes that hissed. The javelin itself was the only one of its kind, for it was custom-made for him several years ago. He never really used it for anything except for these pathetic competitions. Why he still had it, he himself didn't even know besides the fact that it helped him get to first place last year. When is that king going to die anyways? he thought in his usual uncaring attitude. It's not like he has a purpose... He's just... there. As he watched his opponant get ready, Valcore mounted on his horse Starkus and brought the reigns into his grip. I hate armor..... "Everyone ready?" he heard the announcer cry loudly. He shrieks like a howler monkey. Somebody please get him to shut his yap before I do. His opponant, Sir Callohan, was already on his own horse with a lance and caked in blue armor.

"Are you ready for this, Valcore!?" Sir Callohan shouted out. "I'm going to pay you back for last year! You're not going to last this time!" Truthfully, Callohan felt a bit nervous because he knew he couldn't beat Valcore, for the demonic elf's percision was unbeatable. Sir Callohan was a mere human who wasn't sure why he even continues to compete even though he loses every time.

"It's the cocky ones that get ground into mash when they have no idea what they're up against. I suggest you seal your big mouth before you get yourself hurt, hear me?" Valcore growled bitterly at the adversary. "You better watch your back, kid." This sorry excuse for a knight again? I'm starting to think that Draskall is running out of intelligence or their mentors had loose skulls. I hate this kid's persistance. How old is he? 19? Every year he keeps coming back and once again I'll have to send him into unconsciousness. We'll gallop, I'll shatter his collar bone, he'll pass out, I'll win, end of story. Just watch.

"Go!" The announcer cried into the air as trumpets sounded for the two jousting contestants to begin. The crowd in the wooden bleechers around them gave out cheers and several "boo"s

Here we go. It's about time. From opposite ends, the horses dashed at each other as their owners pointed their weapons at the other. The only thing that separated them was a lengthy iron bar to guide them so they wouldn't run into themselves (which was highly unlikely since Valcore was a professional at this). Narrowing his eyes, he focused on his target and then crack! His adversary's armor became indented by his javelin, which sent Sir Callohan flying backwards off of his horse. The human fell onto his back and wouldn't move; he had blacked out. Excellent... I hope he dies at last...

Healers and assistants came running for the fallen knight. One of them took off Callohan's helmet and breastplate armor so they could see what damage had been done. The force of the attack left a massive bruise on the left of his chest and he coughed up blood. That marked the end of the round and the end of Valcore's jousting competition. "Round over! Second round declined! Valcore is declared the winner!"

See? What did I tell you? He makes the same mistakes over and over again, Valcore thought as he chuckled. "Yes!" He raised his javelin into the air, screaming his victory cry at the crowd as they cheered and whistled. After he peered back at his defeated opponant, Starkus reared his front legs and took off galloping for the next arena.




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