Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-28358106-20170828153824

(S9/Ant)   Thomas inhales nervously, his eyes fixed on the fighters as they ready themselves. "Honestly, I'm not a good judge of fights.  I'm not a fan of violence.  But if I---"

"Antoinette is gonna win!  She's gonna mop the floor with that big galoot!" Lucida bounces excitedly, her voice squeaking.  "Go, Antoineeeeeeeette!"  Her diminutive voice is lost in the roar of the crowd.

Thomas pauses, watching his daughter's effusive display, then continues. "...I believe she has an excellent chance.  She has a determination and drive that I haven't seen in many people," he half shouts.

Antoinette lowers herself to allow Maria to climb on. As she does, Maria can feel the surge of light magic flowing into her, its sweet scent, its calm, magnificent harmony permeating her body. It almost feels to her as if she is wearing Antoinette's armor, her own hand grasping the bright sword. She can tell that the paladin Saintaur is a creature of purity and joy.

Antoinette turns to Reby. "We won't be far from you, Rebecca.  We'll win this match together, I promise!" She looks over her shoulder at Mariaand smiles knowingly.

"Hold tight to my barding.  My speed won't knock you off because of my magic, but you may be disoriented, because we will be traveling fast...very fast.  Hold on!"

She shoulders her large shield and holds her sword out to her side, and waits in a crouch.

The signal goes up...

...And Antoinette is a blaze of light, her body a glowing blur as she closes in, sword-first, to make a side-strike to the Gails...