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bitchprinceIt was a bright and brilliant day, a few days before the official jousting tournament was in session. Arthur had been training heavily since departing Ebou Dar, moreso than he would have had he not departed for Fandom: no matter what Hannibal thought, his idea of jousting was a poor substitute.
He urged his horse on, lance held tight in his hands, and concentrated. Sir Leon mirrored his motions on the other side, horse's hooves beating hard against the sand.
An opening. He needed an opening.
Arthur narrowed his eyes. Just a few split seconds to decide. Just one motion would do it, one beat, and--
With a mighty crack, Arthur's lance impacted on Leon's armor, splintering off in all directions. Direct hit: good, but it hadn't unhorsed Leon. He brought his horse back around near Merlin, pushing up his helmet and examining Leon critically from a distance.
[[ for merlin, minor minor spoilers for Merlin 2x02 ]]
He urged his horse on, lance held tight in his hands, and concentrated. Sir Leon mirrored his motions on the other side, horse's hooves beating hard against the sand.
An opening. He needed an opening.
Arthur narrowed his eyes. Just a few split seconds to decide. Just one motion would do it, one beat, and--
With a mighty crack, Arthur's lance impacted on Leon's armor, splintering off in all directions. Direct hit: good, but it hadn't unhorsed Leon. He brought his horse back around near Merlin, pushing up his helmet and examining Leon critically from a distance.
[[ for merlin, minor minor spoilers for Merlin 2x02 ]]
