Fouth Competition:

Markan Doleru vs. Sir Tiero

Markan groaned as the horse was brought before him and he had to step up on it. "Why do I have to go through this?" He grumbled to himself.

The horse bayed the ground as it got close to him.

"Getting cold feet, 'ai laddie?" called an older man from across the area. The man was seated on top of his own horse, just watching him. He laughed. "I am sure to win now...." he laughed.

"I could easily kill you right now if you want me to, just never really liked these bloody animals, never seen the fun in beating some fool off his horse... As if people weren't stupid enough as it was... Then some fool had to invent a way to make sure you could beat their brain up more so they lose even more intellect." Markan said coldly as he turned towards the man on his horse then turned back to his own horse.

"Get on ye horse boy! Sir Tiero will win this!" the man shouted, rearing his horse.

Markan groaned then shrugged as he grabbed hold of the reins and swiftly got up in the saddle despite slight discomfort and unstable seating. "Fine, then let's get this over with so I can move on to the next dead person." He grumbled as he leaned forward to whisper in the horses ear. "If you throw me off then thrust me it will not be merciful for you..."

The horse seemed to nod its head in understanding. Sir Tiero glared at him from against the arena, before pulling down his helmet, and taking up his lance and shield.

Markan picked up his lance and shield and quickly found the best suited way of holding it considering the weight of both items. "Hate these useless things..." He groaned to himself as he sat confidently in the saddle without pulling down the visor of his helmet. "Well? Let's get you off that horse so I can move on..." he shouting since he wanted to make sure everyone heard him.

The start flag was dropped soon after Markan's shout. "I will win!" Tiero yelled as he reared his horse, and kicked its sides, starting it off down the arena heading towards Markan, the lance aimed at Markan chest.

Markan sneered at the horse to move on fast and then seemingly leaned unbalanced in the saddle as he rode onwards towards Tiero.

As he got near, Tiero thrust out his lance at Markan to knock him down.

Markan grinned and quickly moved to the other side of the saddle to avoid the thrust then tried to move as quickly as possible upright in the saddle as he sent his lance towards Tiero's armpit, right for the hole in the armor.

Tiero screamed out at the impact of the lance to his body, but stayed on his horse. He glared at Markan with hate deep in his eyes. "Damn you!" he yelled as they got ready for the next run.

Markan smirked viciously. "Giving up yet? In case then I'll let you leave with your life cause next time won't just be a bruise!" He said out loud arrogantly while thinking out how to go on with his threat.

Tiero kicked his horse with a yell, racing towards Markan, his lance aimed at his head.

Markan groaned and rode onwards, confident he would bring demise to his opponent, he held his lance straight for Tiero's throat.

To all watching the event, it appeared that Tiero's lance had smashed into Markan's face and, at the same time, Markan's lance had hit Tiero in the throat. In reality, Tiero's lance was an inch from Markan's nose when Markan's own lance struck Tiero in the throat. Markan heard the crack of Tiero's neck at the impact. Tiero's body was thrown back by the force, landing on the ground like a limp doll. "Markan Doleru is the winner!" the announcer shouted.

Markan smirked viciously. "There you get what you deserve you low-ranking servant..." He said arrogantly.

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