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Who: Brett and Eris
Where: his place
When: morning

Brett hadn’t slept all night. He couldn’t believe that he had actually kidnapped a girl from the King’s jail last night. For all that he had no love for the ruler of Lavel, it was still a pretty stupid, if not fatal, move for him to make. Yet here he was, sat in the mouth of the basic, yet cosy cave that served as his home these days, keeping watch over a probably dying woman as the sun rose on a day that he was expected to spend fighting others.

There was a laundry list of reasons why this was a Very Bad Plan.
( bitching and bunnies )

Who: Brett and Finn
Where: By the scoreboards
When: Afternoon

By the time the last rounds were ending of the hand to hand combat, Finn was patched up and mentally getting himself focused for the next task at hand. He was dutifully ignoring what had happened with Lindsey and her reaction, because he didn't want to focus on it or the rejection. He could think about when there wasn't a tournament to win. As he watched the last men walk away from the match, the knight in dark armor having bested his opponent, his eyes cut to the placement boards, watching that man's coat of arms move to the same level as his own, marking them as two of the best. When the knight passed him he smiled, all warmth and sunshine in his blue eyes. "So you're the man to beat then?" he asked, seeming as if he was enjoying every second since he was.

( it's about honor )

Who: Adam and Brett
Where: Near the arena
When: Morning

For all his talk, Adam was nervous about this competition now. He'd seen more than one bleeding person carted off the pitch and he was starting realize that while he was deceptively strong, he was still smaller than the other knights. It made him jittery, which dressed in his armor was obvious as it clattered some with every bounce he made. His original goal had been to do good, but now he was pretty sure it was shifting to not dying and not throwing up before he went out there.

Brett had positioned himself off to one side, away from people yet in a position to be obvious and visible. Intimidation was part of who he was now. He generally didn't talk to anyone, not unless it was to his advantage. And as he saw the green around the gills newbie passing by, he saw something to his advantage. Not rising from his seated position, in full, dark armour, he dropped his broadsword into Adam's path. Close enough to shock, but not enough to hurt.

( Halt )