Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171124021352

(Hound/S9/Flame) Eothred gasps at the display of sheer power, reining his horse back and staring in disbelief. He pauses as what he had hoped to avoid now catches up to him.

''So much for a fair fight. There was nothing fair about this bloody tournament to begin with...''

The sounds of struggle catch his attention, and he sees Kurga and Sun-Mi battling it out with his other teammates. Even there, they seem to be outmatched.

He briefly considers simply folding. Was there any reason for him to risk killing his horse or breaking a limb in a tournament that he had no hope of winning? Why was he even here? He already had his cash prize. He should have just left between rounds and made for the border while there was still sunlight and his armor was in better shape. He probably could back out, even now...

...This wouldn't be the first bloody stupid choice I've made, I suppose...

"Keep him dodging!"

He shouts to the Centaur and spurs his horse, galloping full tilt at Marcus. He rises from his saddle, ready to do the unexpected.

He leaps off his horse, his sword swinging underhand, ready to roll once he hits the ground after the spectacular move.