Page 335: Meleeing At Seagard
Meleeing at Seagard
Summary: It's time for the Melee at Seagard! Boys put your weapons on! Tell me your favourite one!
Date: 06/20/2012
Related Logs: Seagard Tourney Logs
Patrek Martyn Saethwyr Nicodemus Kamron Dmitry Alek Tommas Garett Rafferdy Keelin Kell Justin Roslyn Anais Tiaryn Danae Cherise Hugh Briallyn Saffron Nedra Katrin Dania Lark Rowenna Merel 
Tourney Grounds — Seagard
The lists are prepared for a great number of both knights and spectators, the flat field already marked by the hooves of many practice-runs. It is surrounded by a rail, most of which borders only empty grass, where the commoners might stand and watch. On one side are stands built for the nobles, wooden bleachers topped with billowing silk awnings to help shade the ladies from the sun. At the centerpoint there is a raised platform, painted, shaded, and set with sumptuous-looking chairs for the most noble of noble guests. It is hung with the banners of House Mallister and House Redwyne, and many more are studded about the lists as well, to make sure everyone remembers who this grand affair is meant to honor and at whose pleasure they enjoy it.
Wed Jun 20, 289

Another beautiful day in Seagard. Saffron has come to the lists early to find herself a seat amongst the Mallister and Terrick brood. She is trailed after by her prettily plain maid Hara Weatherfell. Ribbons have been tied up in her hair, as yellow as the sun and a lovely compliment to the light cyan dress she wears with white lilies along the collar. Hara sits directly behind her, and busies both herself and Saffron by beginning to braid the cinnamon-fire hair of the Banefort.

Accompanied with her usual entourage, Muirenn sweeps into the Mallister family stands. In a lovely gown in mourning black that bares an attractive (but still quite proper) amount of her shoulders and chest, she seems to have made some adjustments to the warm color in that the fabric is quite delicate. A frothy indigo lace fan matches the ribbon choker about her throat and does a surprisingly good job at stirring the air as she eases into her seat. Leaning over she gives Saffron a hug and murmers, "Oh darling, I am so sorry to hear about the ending…because last night was so enjoyable while I was there."

Nedra waves a cheerful, and notably excited, greeting to Saffron as the young Banefort lady takes a seat in the sections that are predominantly populated by the Mallister and Terrick brood. She waves again when Muirenn arrives, along with Muirenn's entourage, and is glad she has found a place to sit already. Nedra found a place to sit early, in fact, almost unfashionably so, but has made the most use of her time by doing another quick sketch of the tourney grounds and the fields. Her sketch board is braced on her knees and the tell tale smudge of charcoal is already in place along one cheekbone.

Rowenna Nayland strides up into the stands, a blood-red gown with an empire waist and many layers of skirts draped beneath. She sweeps her way over to the other ladies, smiling warmly. "Lady Muirenn, Lady Nedra — so nice to see you again!" She takes a seat to one side of Saffron, smiling at the Banefort girl a touch more wryly — and with some apology. "And how are you feeling?"

Roslyn takes to the stands early as well, her gown back to something more reasonable in a light yellow wool and her hair pinned perfectly up in place instead of the flowing locks of late. She takes a place with her maid, gaze drawing to Rowenna and the other ladies for a moment but then looking on as if to find Rosanna.

It was a slow trip from the Haigh encampment with Katrin balking several times when someone even looks in her direction. Her long brown hair has been cut to around her shoulders, a lasting reminder that flaming marshmallows are not toys. The fresh burn along her cheek is pronounced highlighted by the paleness of her cheeks. As she approaches the stands, the Haigh hesitates again before climbing the stairs, looking about for some place to sit. She seems lost, even as her Septa tries to lead her forward on one side, her maid on the other.

Tiaryn Flint is in the stands. Her good brother Einar is somewhere about, but for the moment, Tia is by herself, save for the omnipresent maid and guard. She promptly moves towards the folks she recognizes, though seeing as there's a bit of a crowd, she settles for a seat just behind them. "Good day, everyone," she says, pitching her voice to carry.

Pale blue eyes lift as Muirenn sits, and she brightens with a smile. It appears she has done her best to rid herself of the hangover symptons, though a dark shadow still colors the hollows of her eyes. "It's alright, Muirenn… it was an accident, unfortunate, but an accident. I had hoped to look in on Katrin before the melee. Have you heard if she's doing alright?" Out of the corner of her eye, she spies Nedra and she waves. Before she can look back to Muirenn, she is approached by Rowenna and she blossoms with a slightly crooked grin. "Like I've had my head in a bell all day. The reaver honey was fantastic, but next time, I will learn to pace myself." Speaking of Katrin, there is the Haigh. She waves to her, encouraging her over.

Kamron is down amidst the men on the field, wearing his dented and dinged armor with apparent pride. His shield is strapped to his left arm, and he carries a blunted practice axe in his right, the haft long enough for a comfortable spread of two hands if need be, but still maneuverable with one. He appears to be in good spirits, swinging his axe-arm around in casual circles to loosen it. This causes the tails of the braided ribbon tied around his right bicep to flutter and swing, showing gray, orange, and a hint of purple against the silvered steel of his maile sleeves.

Alek is on the field, and quite on the field he is. His sword tip digs casually into the ground as he leans against it, his helm currently slung under one arm as mussed blond hair is caught and played with in the summer wind. On his arm is a Tordane favor in their colors, tied on with care that is likely not his. He waits, watching the other men rather than the stands fill up.

Nedra turns to smile at Lady Tiaryn as she and her guards and omnipresent maid take seats near to where the Mallister's and Tarrick's have claimed seating territory. Nedra is quick to wave as well, "Good day to you, Lady Tiaryn," she offers even as she catches sight of Lady Katrin and waves a warm welcome as well. She is careful to cover the sketch she is currently working on as more ladies, and accompanying entourage, arrive.

Speaking of slow trips, Justin arrives and is taking his time about it. He walks a little ways, then pauses to rest, a House Retainer hovering to walk with him incase he needs any assistance. Justin's being stubborn though and refusing it, pacing himself. When he arrives at the stands he stops a little while to let others pass and go to their seats until he's ready to try the steps. A nice low seat will do, taking it easy and somewhat stiff in his posture. Once he can take a seat however, Justin eases into it. The retainer takes a seat near to him incase he's wanted.

Bearing his shield with its Terrick device and kitted out in maile, Dmitry is balanced more on the balls of his feet than on his heels as he comes to stand with with the other competitors, light-footed and alert with a kind of fey cheer in his bright-dark eyes. Less at home with the sword at his hip than he is with the bows and arrows he leans most heavily on, he turns an arch-browed look over the others, eyes quick-moving as he takes men's measure with them.

Rafferdy is lingering near the other competitors. He's wearing full maile, and is armed with a broadsword. Tied to the hilt of the sword is a three-inch long braid of dark hair. He paces, watching as the other competitors prepare around him.

Jarod has taken the field as well, kitted out in his black and gold-winged surcoat. Over partial maile, which leaves his arms perhaps uncomfortably bare. He doesn't seem topir be letting the somewhat under-classed gear dampen his spirits, though, as he waves and grins cheekily toward the stand. Rowenna is spotted, and blown a kiss.

Keelin is on the field as well, though he did miss the last melee. He is armed, with his sword currently in its sheath. No favour visible for the common knight, but then, that's probably for the better, all things considered. He looks over to Kamron and nods. "Good luck, m'Lord," he says simply.

Alek is measured, only quirking a brow in turn to Dmitry with a dance of laughter in sharp, grey eyes as they meet and study him in turn.
Cherise leaves, heading towards the Tourney Grounds [Tourney Grounds].

"Lady Katrin." Anais materializes behind the Haigh lady, offering an arm and a gentle smile. "I love your hair. You're going to start a new fashion, I think." Someone has to be nice and supportive, right?

The man's dark gaze falls to the grey favour tied close, and one would hope securely, around the forearm of his arm behind the shield. He steps onto the field, his brigadine armor showing the Charlton crest on his right arm. His left hand rests on the pommel of his sheathed sword, the shield on his right, and he makes a minor adjustment to the shield. Saethwyr's gaze turns towards the spectators, briefly scanning them, but then his attention returns to the field, taking a look around at his fellow competitors.

"Reaver honey — that's a much better turn of phrase for it," says Rowenna, grinning. "But yes, pacing oneself is key. And drinking lots of water." She glances up in time to catch Jarod's kiss, smiling radiantly at him and blowing a kiss in return.

Giving up her attempt to find her tourney friend, Roslyn instead catches on Justin. Worry knits at her brow, her skirts immediately gathered in her hands as she rises and makes her way to the Terrick knight's seat. "Ser Justin," she calls, "Are you not alright?"

Dania stands near the field on the sidelines with the commoners. Her dark almost black hair has been pinned up and she is watching the field. Her eyes are glued to her brother. At her feet she carries a large basket and over her shoulder are saddlebags. Today she is dressed in a hunter green linen gown and a rust colored apron dress. She has ribbons in her.

"Lady Rowenna, if you aren't expected elsewhere, would you like to sit with us? I would love to hear your opinion of the competitors." After all, Rowenna may wear a dress, but she's lobbed about a sword a lot more than any of the ladies here. She does glance down to the field, and there spies Kamron with his fluttering ribbons. She smiles one of those casual, contented smiles before she glances back out toward Katrin — and now Anais.

Also amongst those preparing for the melee are a few knights from the Reach. Two in matching sets of plate armor, decorated with the azure and burgundy of House Redwyne. The young, orange-haired knights wearing them are currently busy swinging their helms at each other, obnoxiously play-fighting and not taking things at all seriously.
Their opposite in many ways is another from the Reach, a middle-aged man of large stature, his brigadine armor all in a plain brown, but for the sigil of House Beesbury on his shield, differenced by a collection of seven seven-pointed stars around it. "Please, everyone," he says to the gathered knights, spreading his arms, a beatific expression on his broad face, "Before we begin today, let us all offer a prayer to the Seven. To the Father, that this contest may be judged well and fairly. To the Mother, that we shall all see the end of it without serious harm, and to the Warrior, that he will give us all strength and speed that we may demonstrate the might of our arms and wills in glorification of his name."

What in the hell is Garett doing out there? Who knows, either the Westerling has gone mad with his head injury or he really thinks he can compete. Well whatever, he's going to do it. Yes, he still walks with a slight limp, but he's left the cane behind. And as luck would have it, he's had his armor brought to him that he had left in Broadmoor so long ago. Realistically, he's not wearing all of it, partial maile to cover the important parts of him. Like his leg. Other than that, he looks pretty at ease, hefting a practice mace over a shoulder and his other arm carrying his shield, displaying his presonal crest of an osprey.

Harlyn is back in his spot on the stands, with his betting paraphrenalia and tallies, a sort of low enthusiasm all over his face. He rather ignores the prayers.

Dmitry answers with a faint quirk of both his brows, the reluctant pull of something wry in the tug of smile at his lips before the expression fades and his eyes dart on, away from Alek's. Uh, right. Hi. He doesn't look to the spectators much; actually, from the linger of his dark eyes all across the field, he appears to be pretending there aren't any.

A skeptical look is given Saffron as she declares the marshamallow flambe an accident, but she says only "I have not looked in on her yet, but I prepared some salve for her." Muirenn rises and beckons Katrin towards her with a smile that includes Rowenna, "Oh Lady Rowenna! Please join us. You look quite striking in the gown."

Having recovered enough from the double hammer blows by the Reach Knight Tyrell, Kell is suited up in armor and also taken the field for the grand melee. He's had good showings so far in archery and the joust, but no victories to show for and he is hoping to change that this time around. The Terrick Sworn has no shield with him, preferring to use a two-handed grip on his longsword when the time comes. For now he is just quietly waiting for the Herald's announcement. However, when the Reach Knight of House Beesbury offers to speak a prayer before the contest, Kell joins those who also chooses to participate.

Focus. That seems to be one of the main points for Martyn at the moment. Presently on the field, and in armor, he looks around at the other competitors for a few moments. Stepping over to close to where Kamron is now. "Try to avoid getting wounded today, cousin?" he offer a bit lightly. Otherwise keeping silent as he looks around rather carefully, then looks up to the stands for a few moments.

Katrin nibbles on her lower lip before slowly joining the other ladies. "Good evening," she greets with a soft murmur, dipping her head down. "Might I join you ladies for the melee?" She gives a small smile. "So many competitors on the field today," she muses.

Alek adds to the Beesbury knight's speech, "And to the Maiden, that she may get wet from our skill and send someone our way."

As she spies Nedra's wave, Tia returns it, a bright smile on her face. She glances to the field, looking for a particular knight, and as she finds the one she's looking for, her expression brightens slightly. Not that he can see that, but well, it's there. And the ladies can probably see it. Sigh. Tia gives a nod to Katrin as she joins, her own smile gentle.

Kamron grins a little crookedly at Keelin's greeting, "And you as well, Ser Keelin." He clutches shield and axe both in his left hand to reach and clap the Mallister-sworn on the shoulder, then looks toward the stands. He scans around the stands a moment, spotting the collection of Mallisters, Terricks, and Banefort and raises his right arm briefly in salute. And then Martyn is talking to him, and he chuckles, "You too, coz." Finally, the Reach-knight speaks up about the Seven, and Kamron steps forward to hear more keenly. He bows his head in prayer, repeating the words after the Beesbury with all indications of piety.

The house retainer leans forward to ask Justin a question and he turns his head to listen, but makes a negative movement of his head to decline whatever was offered. His attention is then captured by Roslyn. Justin smiles a little but does not get up to bow, "I am all right, Lady Roslyn. I'll be fine, thank you. Are you enjoying the tournament?"

Kamron casts a glance over to Alek at the man's addition, a hint of a smile starting to gather even as he shakes his head and snorts softly. Those words… they are not repeated.

Keelin's own crest, the silver key, is visible and prominent as well, though he does also show his Mallister colours. With the beginning prayer, Keelin moves to hear better. If he prays it is silently, though he does respectfully pay attention and bow his head.

"Thank you, Lady Saffron, Lady Muirenn. I'd be delighted," says Rowenna, smoothing her skirts beneath her as she sits. She flicks her gaze down at the field and grins. "Look at them, measuring each other up. This should be very interesting."

"How could I not, my lord, after your performance with my favor?" Roslyn answers warmly, drawing forward to take a place near Justin. She smoothes her skirts across her lap in a slow, deliberate gesture as she watches Justin with some concern, for all that she smiles in return.

Sers Horas and Hobber, the carrot-topped twin sons of Lord Paxter Redwyne, have no interest in blessings, it seems. "Go on, Septon!" one laughs, and the other informs the Riverlands, "That's what they call him, y'know. Cause he shoulda been a Septon!" They are so helpful.

"Of course Lady Katrin! Please join us." Muirenn says and gestures to a nearby chair. "Come sit by me." Smiling she says, "Your hair looks so lovely, how cooling for the warmer weather." She regards the burn and adds in a soft murmer, "I have some ointment for you dear. We will go back to your pavilion after the melee and I will instruct you on its use."

"Saffron," Anais greets her cousin as she joins the rest, looking over the crowd before giving up on individual greetings in favor of a wry, "Ladies."

Saffron brightens up at Katrin, and she scoots over a bit so Katrin can be safely squeezed between the Banefort and Muirenn. If she allows, she will even wrap an arm around the girl's shoulders and squeeze gently. She looks up toward the Reach knights, and she also bows her head a bit to the prayer. That done, she glances toward Rowenna with a laugh. "And none would dare be caught with his feathers ruffled, that would be quite embarrassing." She analyzes those in the field with a half-cock of her head. "I was to be married into a Reach knight. I wonder if his armor was as beautiful as theirs. It almost seems ashame to dent it."

Lord Patrek and Lady Syrah take the dais, announced by a blast of trumpets. He waves, and takes his seat, and then the heralds sound the horns again. "Competitors in the grand melee, prepare to begin!"

Down in the common crush, Lark stands at the rail — rather conspicuously without her cousin/chaperone/shadow, Alona. Her spirits aren't quite so high as normal without her fellow cheerleader, but she's certainly ensured she has a good view once again. Her gaze pauses on Ser Alek a moment, picking out the Tordane colors right away. She smiles uncertainly and gives a hesitant little wave.

Tia listens to the prayer, ever so politely. It's her own that she murmurs though, the words hardly important. She then glances back to the field, before she grins at the conversations going on, just in front of her. And then her attention goes to the dais, before it switches to the field.

Kamron rises up after the prayers, casting a glances over to the twins with a frown, "You could show some respect, sers." The words are simple, mild, "You were knighted in the names of the Seven, after all. It is only appropriate to ask them to give us strength and judge us fairly." At the blast of trumpets, Kamron rises from one knee, nodding to the 'Septon,' "Thank you, ser." And then he steps back, gaining some distance away from the other competitors — or at least getting out of arm's reach. As he does, he shifts his axe back over to his right hand.

Justin has his ribs bound snugly beneath his black clothing though unless he moves stiffly, one might easily not know. His color is normal and he paces his words slightly, "Your favour brought me great luck, Lady Roslyn. I had hoped to please you and never expected to ride half so well as I did. You have my gratitude for it." Justin pauses, that yellow hair ribbon even now tucked into his sword belt, "Do you wish that I return it, or is it appropriate that I keep it?" He asks, voice low as though he were not certain of the correct protocol, or what she might prefer of him concerning it.

A light smirk twists Alek's lip as he catches that wave, tipping his head gallantly towards Lark before he draws his helmet from under his arm and secures it in place as the combat seems to be drawing to a start. He balances his sword in his hand, glancing again across the field of competitors before picking his target in his mind.

Rowenna leans forward a bit to smile at Katrin on Saffron's other side, reaching to briefly touch the Haigh lady's arm. "I'm so glad you're joining us, today. Well done."

Keelin's sword comes to his hand, as he pulls it out, once the prayer is finished. Helm on, and ready to go, in a heartbeat. He flashes a grin towards Kamron and Martyn. May the best man (today) win.

With a smile, Katrin wiggles in between Saffron and Muirenn, looking a bit more at ease amongst the other women. "Thank you, Lady Muirenn. It took quite a bit to… make it look alright," she admits sheepishly. "You are too kind about the ointment." She smiles up at the Banefort and shakes her head, "Far better that you were not married to a Reach Knight. You would do much better here in the Riverlands," she notes confidently. Her gaze sweeps over the majority of participants and then over to Rowenna. "I made a promise that I would attend and I never break my word. Who do you believe will win the melee, Rowenna?" she asks curiously of the Nayland knight.

Lord Baldwyn nods to Kell, and Kamron, and those others who joined him in the prayer, saying, "The Seven keep you and watch over you all, good sers, and all of us here today." He smiles, and then picks up his flanged mace (seven sided, for the sharp-eyed) and prepares himself to begin, donning his helm.

"You may keep it, if you wish," Roslyn replies quietly, a small smile touching at the corners of her lips as her attention remains more on Justin than the field of knights. "You did. Please me, Justin." These words are meant for his ears only as she shifts slightly closer.

Rafferdy makes his way with the other competitors. He nods at Jarod, and smirks, "You wanted to hurt me over Ro. Here's your fair chance," he offers, with a playful smile.

Martyn is keeping silent for the moment, preparing for the start of the action now. Looking around rather carefully for a few moments, muttering something under his breath. Offering a grin and a half-salute in Keelin's direction as well.

Saethwyr looks towards the Knight who speaks the prayer, respectfully keeping his silence for the words being offered. It's only once it's been spoken that his gaze drifts to the spectators again, seeking out… someone. He finds her, and doing so brings a small smile to tug at the corners of his lips, and he inclines his head slightly. But then his attention returns to the field of competitors. Closing the fingers of his left hand around the hilt of his sword, he draws the weapon out in preparation of the coming battle.

Hard to say if Garett is a religious man or not, he's just quiet as the Septon goes about their thing, though his eyes are a bit distant, as if he's not really there for a moment. But that quickly passes and he looks down at the mace in hand, as if trying to remember the feel, the weight, of a weapon, albeit a practice weapon, in his hand. Sure looks pretty alone out there for him, but he himself has always been something of an island. Won't be the first time he's fighting on his own.

Jarod can't help but let out a low whistle as he eyes the shiny gear sported by the Reach knights. Though he does join the other knights for the prayer, head bowed somber. He mutters something of his own low to the Warrior after it's done and prepares for the fun, sword drawn.

Rowenna grins. "Why, my husband, of course. I always believe Jarod will win." Of course… "Should the Warrior will it otherwise, however…" she surveys the field. "Ah. Alek Coope. Perhaps him." She doesn't sound delighted about that, but be that as it may.

With the prayers finished and Lord Patrek with his betroth present, Kell disperses from the others who were praying as well. Bringing his helmet up from his right arm, where it was tucked safely, the Terrick Sworn slips it on and secures the strap. Now he is trying to focus more on the melee at hand, eyes finally studying those present, perhaps looking to see who will be coming at him.

Since Tia is watching so closely, she does catch that nod Saethwyr gives and she practically beams for a long moment. Then she glances over to Rowenna and the conversation, chuckling softly. "I have no idea who will win, but I expect it will be exciting to watch. And I do know who I hope will win."

Saffron winks to Katrin before she settles her attention back on the field. "I am very happy to have not married a Reach knight. I would constantly wonder if I was prettier than his armor." She grins with a flash of dimples. "Though, I am very happy to be trapped out here in the Riverlands with all of you." Then looks to Rowenna with a laugh. "To be sure, Rowenna… though, you won't take it to heart when I cheer for Ser Kamron."

A smile is flashed to Anais and a her fan fluttered lightly. As her cousin and his betrothed take their places, her head turns and she grins brightly. She waves to them before nodding to Katrin, "I am sure, but it looks lovely and it is no trouble at all with the ointment. It will help with the pain."

Justin smiles, "Then I will keep it gladly, to remind me of one of my best days." He's more interested in hearing what Roslyn has to say, and watching her, than what's going on with the field. Didn't even notice they held a prayer for the combatants when he should have taken respectful notice. Women are good at being distracting like that, if they wish to be. Justin adds quite low, "It's good I can please someone. It seems very hard to do in these days."

"Your house is starving and crumbling, Justin. No one could be pleased in that situation, until you fix that problem," Roslyn points out in whispered tones, attempting a private conversation despite the event. She does look to the field, finally, when she hears the horns, but she turns her attention back to study Justin quickly.

"AND BEGIN!" Shout the heralds. Trumpets, etc., etc. Hit people, ready go.

Saffron maneuvers to the edge of her seat as the heralds announce the start, and she fixes herself transfixed. There is the slightest frinkle in her brow, showing that she is thoughtful and alert, though if her ears could perk, she would reveal how she is listenign to the talks around her.

Katrin laughs quietly. "After his performance in the jousting on the first day, I would not be surprised is Ser Jarod did very well here," she says to Rowenna with a nod. "There are always so many men… I could not imagine the chaos out there on the field." Muirenn gets another smile. "Nevertheless, your kindness will not be forgotten, Lady Muirenn," she says warmly. And then another laugh for Saffron. "No silly piece of metal could compare, I am sure."

Hmmm. That's the house retainer's cue to open up his satchel and withdraw a cup and a bottle. The man sets himself to opening the one to pour some of it into the other, about half a cup of wine. He leans over to lightly touch Justin's arm to hand it to him so the injured man doesn't have to lean over to take it. Justin accepts the cup, his own face devoid of any reaction to what Roslyn says to him, "I'm very much aware of the difficulties that lay before my House, Lady Roslyn." Though the cup is meant for himself, he makes a motion to offer it to her first if she would care for it.

Standing there near the grounds with the others of her rank Dania watches her brother like a hawk. She is careful to casts a few glances towards Martyn and Kamron. She mutters a few prayers fo her own to all the men that with the Mallisters and are participating.

"I know you are not, my lord, but they are not so difficult to fix," Roslyn says carefully, a tone of apology to her words as her gaze falls with a wince to her hands in her lap.

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Rafferdy with Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield but Martyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy attacks Tommas with Broadsword but Tommas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword but Kell DODGES!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Bludgeon but Horas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword but Alek DODGES!
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Kamron with Greatsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Baldwyn with Bludgeon & Shield but Baldwyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Garett with Bludgeon & Shield - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Rafferdy with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Begin Alek does, striding directly for the Nayland on the field and swinging his sword at his chest. He seems honestly surprised when Jarod attacks him in turn, jumping away from the man's blade just as his meets Rafferdy's armor. His attention switches to the man attacking him, naturally.

Jarod takes the field not far from Rafferdy Nayland, in the loose organization that is the melee field. There's a flicker of surprise on his face as he spots him in the melee, but he offers the Nayland noble a quick grin before getting into the fray. And moves to defend him, from the Oldstones on his flank.

As the ladies turn their eyes to the melee, Anais moves a few seats down, finding a spot next to Roslyn and Justin. "Justin, Lady Roslyn," she greets the pair with a small smile. "Would you mind if I joined you here? Without a horse in this race, I'd prefer not to get caught in the cross-fire of favorites."

Keelin waits for the go, tourney sword in hand, and he moves in. As it seems the carrot top twins have targetted Kamron, he picks one, and promptly tries to peel him off of Kamron, if he can. His first slash is aimed well, but the other knight's armour proves stronger than Keelin's attack. Undaunted, he prepares to swing again.

Justin 's own gaze goes to the field when the start is called for the fighters to begin. If she does not wish to accept the cup of wine he's offered to her, he'll keep it. "If you refer to the betrothal negotiations, then perhaps you need to speak to your brother, Lady Roslyn. That he not insult us, nor you, with such petty dowry offerings." Justin keeps his voice quite low with her. This however is not the time or place to discuss it, really. He looks to the field to see who is pairing off with whom and who's scorring the first blows. Anais draws his attention back, "Of course you are welcome, Good sister. I have brought wine, if you should care for some."

At the call to begin, Nicodemus steps forward, choosing Keel Drakmoore as his first combatant with a polite bow before the newly de-exiled Groves gets down to it. It's not an especially impressive opening, however, the strike meeting metal as Kell avoids the blow cleanly.

Rafferdys left hand takes a slice from Tommas' sword as he, in turn, swings his blade at Tommas, but misses. The same moment, Alek's sword scrapes across the armor on his chest, and Raff winces a bit. He growls a little, and readies his sword again.

Kamron advances directly on one of the Redwyne boys who was making such a mock of the prayer earlier, politics be damned. Circling around where the Nayland is under attack from two sides, Kamron comes in swinging, only to have to backpedal from both Redwynes attacking him at once. His shield slides over to his right to catch Horas' weapon, and then the other twin's blade comes sweeping in from his left, and he tries to block it as well, only to catch neither attack, one hitting him right in the stomach at the base of his cuirass, and the other coming crashing down on his damned left spaulder. A flinch crosses the man's features at that, and the impact wrings a grunt of pain from his lips.

"Oh — balls, I hate that," says Rowenna, hunching her shoulders as Horas and Hobber both go after poor Ser Kamron. "It's so sodding unsporting. But — " she sighs, shrugging, " — there's nothing sporting going on in the thick of real battle, either." She squints, pointing out Tommas. "Who is that fellow — anyone know? I swear I've never seen a man so big — and he just dodged my brother like a dainty, dancing lady!"

Lord Baldwyn wades into battle with a prayer still on his lips - or maybe he's beginning a new one? Garett makes for him first, and he engages the Westerling by first side-stepping away from him. That initial blow dodged, he swings out with his flanged mace, its dangerous points blunted for tourney use, and scrapes a light strike across his chest armor.

Where Lady Anais approaches, Roslyn rises with a warm smile and a sweep of her skirts. "Lady Anais, please. Join us," she says on the heels of Justin's words, reaching out to clasp the woman's hand if she allows and bring her to a seat.

There is an uncanny element to watching Horas and Hobber Redwyne dip into the battle with matched sneers and snarls, descending on Kamron Mallister in unison. It's like fighting a mirror. Two blows coming in time and only leaving so little room to defend with Hobber's greatsword slashing across his chest and Horas's bludgeon biting into his stomach.

The cry barely goes up before Rafferdy attempts to slice at Tommas and the giant Groves Knight refutes the attack with the hard bite of his hammer. None of that now. The big Knight glances at Alek as he joins him against the Nayland.

And as they all get the call to start, Martyn looks around very briefly before he makes his way for one of the closest persons to attack now. That would be Saethwyr. Swinging at the man's side and ribs now, rather quickly.

Light-footed and quick in his maile, Dmitry darts into the combat with a startling whole-heartedness, almost blithe with his launch of his blade at the Charlton knight nearby. His stroke blunted by the weight of the other man's armor, he lifts chin and eyebrows with realization as that he is not alone in closing on Saethwyr. Lifting his sword, he tips it in a kind of salute, and then changes the angle of his charge.

Nedra's eyes, so similar in shade to those of her brother's, track the place of Kamron in the melee along with glancing at her cousin Martyn from time to time, trying to keep both straight. She is silent, hands curled tightly together in her lap as she watches her brother being attacked. Keeping silent is the best she can do, to avoid doing something unladylike - such as shouting at the field, as though that would help.

Saffron bites her lip suddenly at the force in which Kamron is struck, but she does not make a sound against it. Her fingers work together, however, knuckles twisting with a touch of nervousness. "I'm sure that is what Kamron will say," Saffron says to Rowenna, but there is a hard smirk on her lips. "But it looks as though he won't be left to fight them on his own." Because there's Keelin!

Time to break off the rust. Afterall, Garett was thought to be floating at the bottom of the sea for almost a month. But he's not, he's here and he's getting back into the groove of things. And it's a heck of way to throw himself back in. Training he's forgotten kicks in, somehow the Westerling just knows what to do, even if he can't remember learning it. Doesn't do as well as he'd hoped, Ser Baldwyn taking the strike from his practice mace from his shield. The amnesiac tries to do the same, but the other's mace glaces off his shield and stikes his chest. Shaking it off, he resets and attack again.

Finding himself with two attackers isn't the best start to the melee, especially considering it's how the last one started. But, he committed himself to attacking Martyn, and so that's where Saethwyr's blade aims. Despite attempting to dodge the attacks that come his way, he's unsuccessful — struck by both Martyn and Dmitry, though one leaves more of an impact than the other.

Cheering for all the Mallister combatants, Muirenn watches the melee eagerly. Sipping at cooled water wine and fanning herself, she enjoys herself until the end.

Tia winces as she sees that Saethwyr is facing two attackers. But - he doesn't appear too badly injured by the tourney weapons. She hopes. Her eyes widen a bit, and she glances over to Kamron at the words spoken by Rowenna and Saffron. "There seems to be a fair bit of double teaming," she comments.

With the call to begin, Kell watches as a flurry of action explodes around him as armored knights begin squaring off with each other, or teaming up against an unlucky someone. The Terrick Sworn was looking around to see who he would select, catching sight of a Charlton sigil in the midst, but before he could go after Saethwyr, another is coming at him. The bow is returned with a respectful nod and remains wary of this unknown opponent. Kell manages to dodge the oncoming slash and counters with a light hit on Nicodemus's arm, "Well met, Ser." With those two words spoken, Kell continues on with his longsword.

Jarod flashes a cheeky grin at Alek when the knight turns to face him, even if his first stroke caught nothing but air. "Got your attention, man of Oldstones?" Green eyes are more determined than merry and he leaves Rafferdy to deal with the Groves, sticking to this little fight.

The Terrick house retainer who's come out with Ser Justin does have a spare cup he's thought to bring, but not three. For his own part, Justin is trying to see who Ser Kamron's paired off against, and also keep dibs on his half silbing Jarod. He tastes the wine he was given, his attention then shifting to Kell's doings, and Dmitry's if he can find them in the crowd of fighters.

"Tordane now, Nayland," Alek calls dryly in turn, though he laughs where Jarod doesn't.

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Rafferdy with Bludgeon but Rafferdy DODGES!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy attacks Tommas with Broadsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Light wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Bludgeon - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Keelin with Bludgeon - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Baldwyn with Bludgeon & Shield but Baldwyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Horas with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Garett with Bludgeon & Shield - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Tommas has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Tommas spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Katrin's attention is darting back and forth between two different individuals on the field, her hands gripped tightly together. "Oh, these are too nerve-wracking to watch," she says, her back rigidly straight.

Anais gives Roslyn's hand a squeeze as she joins the pair, offering a smile to Justin. "Are you actually having a conversation?" she asks, teasing. "Or is there more watching than talking?"

As the Reach knights take the bait, as it were, Saffron relaxes a bit. She looks over toward Katrin with an apologetic smile. "Don't worry, you are not the only one that is tensing up." She looks back toward the field as she starts to worry at her lip.

Jarod's eyes flash, and mouth settles into a frown, when he's called Nayland. "It's Half-Eagle to you." And he swings, hard, at Alek's midsection. It's a blunted blade, but he still puts a fierce amount of energy behind it. Maybe Alek wounded his feelings by calling him harpy names.

Rafferdy lifts his sword once again, and swings another advance against Tommas. His blade strikes solid to the other man's chest, and he furrows his brow a bit, perhaps concerned, before quickly dodging Tommas' counterstike.

"Well struck," Nicodemus returns to Kell as the pair begin another volley. The Groves man fares a little better this time, the edge of his tournament blade managing a jab to the Terrick sworn sword's stomach. He only nods faintly for the contact as Kell's own blade scrapes across his breastplate.

"Oh? I thought the Eagle half disowned you," Alek calls in turn, the hint of incredulous humor to his words as he bites through the pain of the hit only to score a lighter one of his own. "We'll have to think of another name for you while you bend over for the Harpies."

There is no more communication than a look between the twinned Redwynes, before they slip past one another to engage their opposite opponants in the shape of Dmitry and Keelin. Who, by the nature of their interruption, give Kamron of a moment of reprieve. "Seems like the these Riverlands have a bit of bite in them, aye brother?" Calls Horas (or is it Hobber?) as Dmitry's sword nips at his armor. "Indeed. I hadn't thought there was more than fish and supple women in these parts," Hobber (Horas?) answers with a laugh and a "Fuck!" when Keelin and Kamron's hits find purchase.

Apparently, Keelin managed to catch the attention of the twins since they both turn on him. He does manage an offside cuff in the head of one of the twins, though he probably couldn't tell you which one. Of course, while he's busy with that, they do manage to strike back at his chest, though his armour stops one. The other is a small bruise only, but it's something he feels, and he settles down a bit, getting to work. "Do you two ever do anything separately?" he asks, half amused by their tandem work, as he swings again at he thinks the same one.

Dmitry goes after one of the Redwynes selected more or less on the flip of a coin, for all that the strength of the other's armor makes the light dart of his blow little more than a rap for attention. "Aren't you clever," he carols on a bright rush of breath, a slight, obnoxious dark figure in his armor, "attacking together."

Harlyn is making rapid marks as the melee melees. "If only it were economically feasible for me to compete," he says to nobody. "How thrilling."

Kamron is now in the midst of a whirling melee of purple and steel. With Keelin and Dmitry joining in the fray, he has a moment to catch his breath, pushing his shield against Ser Horas' shield and then following up with a curving strike aimed to reach around the other man's shield and slam into his back. As the blunted blade hammers against full plate, however, Kamron shakes his head, pulling his left hand free of the leather straps at the back of his shield and dropping it to the ground behind him. "Time to peel you out of that fancy armor." As he speaks, he chokes up on the axe haft with his right hand, grasping the base of the handle with his left so he has the weapon in a two-handed grip.

Justin turns his head from watching the fighting begin, "Some of each, goodsister." His gaze goes to Roslyn then, her favour tucked neatly into his sword belt so that the yellow hair ribbon gleams in contrast to the black of his surcoat. There's some interplay going on between Lady Danae's man and his half brother but Justin can't make out their words over the clash of blades against blades, or armour. Only a stray word here or there at most. Looking back to the two women with him, Justin says, "Lady Roslyn was telling me that she enjoyed the jousting. Have you also been enjoying the tournament, Lady Anais?"

Second verse, same as the first. Garett and Baldwyn exchange blows, with almost a mirror-like result. The Amnesiac Knight boucning his mace harmlessly off Baldwyn's shield, who then gets a quick hit on Garett. Now that's just a bit frustrating, isn't it? Tucking his shield a bit closer to him. Let's try this again, maybe we'll get a better result.

Yay for armor! It works for Saethwyr, anyways, successfully blocking the attack from Martyn. Alas, armor also seems to work for Martyn as it stops his own slash at the man's chest. He doesn't spare any of his attention for the spectators, instead keeping his gaze on the competitors nearest to him. Which ends up mainly being Martyn.

The next exchange between Kell and Nicodemus, it is the Groves Knight that is at the advantage as he takes a light hit in the stomach, hard enough to cause the Terrick Sworn to grin in return. "Likewise, Ser. Looks like you are not an easy one to best." He comments before becoming a little more aggressive against Nicodemus, either Kell is getting more comfortable in this dance with his opponent or he's changing tactics.

The solid contact of Rafferdy's causes Tommas's eyes to wide in suprise, tipping the large man to one knee like an unlikely fallen cattle. It is quite the shock as pain rings through his chest. Taking a deep breath, he is back on his feet and approaching the Nayland man again.

"I do like the joust more than the melee, though. It is a known bias of mine," Roslyn agrees lightly, though she does look politely towards the field.

"Oh, look. A poet," Hobber singsongs. "Did he even know it?" Horas chimes in, in response to Dmitry's rhymne.

"It a complicated situation…fuck you!" Jarod snaps back at Alek. Forgoing a lengthy explanation of the ins and outs of his family drama while on the melee field. He winces as the other man's sword sweeps sharp a hair through the maile on his chest, but it doesn't deter him.

"Gah!" Rowenna winces, watching the giant felled for a moment. "Spoke too soo — and he's up again, look at that!" She grins sheepishly. "I should probably really be rooting for my brother, huh?" Oh, well.

"I think I'd rather get your wife to do that, but perhaps I'll pass. One man she's fucked is dead and forgotten, and the other is—," Alek trails off at that, dry words holding enough meaning as he moves to circle around the man for the next attack.

When his second attempt turns out much like the first, Lord Baldwyn attacks more quickly the next time, attempting to strike Garett more powerfully. As he fights, he seems to be speaking, though the Westerling, closest to him, obviously, may be able to tell that he is actually singing under his breath, a hymn to the Warrior, appropriately.

Nedra sucks in a sharp breath but only grips her hands tighter in her lap, fingertips faintly white where they press against each other. It doesn't help that her Septa is praying, and not exactly quietly, where she is seated behind Nedra. Nedra can't seem to determine which is more distracting, the hammering and the crashing sounds from the melee or the conversations that fly back and forth just as rapidly as the blows on the field are being exchanged.

<COMBAT> Tommas passes.
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield but Martyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy tries to attack but has no target!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Polearm - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword but Alek DODGES!
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Keelin with Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Baldwyn with Bludgeon & Shield - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Horas with Sword & Shield - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Garett with Bludgeon & Shield - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword - Light wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Hobber has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Hobber is not out of the fight yet! (Dragon)

"It's great fun," Anais turns a swift smile on Justin. "Although I'll confess, sometimes I get a little jealous of the unwed ladies and their suitors. Just a bit," she laughs, holding two fingers about an inch apart. "And then I remember how grateful I was to have Jacsen during the war."

"He is much stronger than many would give him credit for," Katrin replies to Rowenna almost absently before she clears her throat. "Just looking at his arms would be an indication of that." Yes, she's back on his arms again. She winces as Martyn is attacked and she chews on her lower lip.

"Gods I hope so, or I'd long be dead by now," Nicodemus answers Kell with a fleeting grin. Both knights are lucky (or unlucky) this time, or maybe playful banter is just a bit too distracting. Either way, at the same time Nicodemus's sword jabs against Kell's chest, Kell's strikes Nicodemus's in just the same area.

Rafferdy watches Tommas take the knee from his blow, and he takes a half-step back. He nods to the other man, and waits for him to rise, in a show of honor that would seem perhaps unusual given the reputation of Raggedy Rafferdy Nayland.

Tia continues to watch quietly. She does glance now and then at the crowd, sort of half paying attention to the conversation, but not adding to it. Mostly, she's looking at who is beating on who.

That gets his attention. Justin turns his head to glance to Anais, then looks to Roslyn as he's reminded of his asking for her favour infront of /everyone/ at the tournament. He smiles, then sips his wine, keeping rather still so not to jostle his ribs. "I was very pleased to see him sitting in the stands with you, and both of you looking … happy. Only time I have seen that look on his face I think since I've returned. So whatever you have done, goodsister, you have my thanks for it."

Thinking as quickly on his feet with his tongue as with his tourney weapon, Dmitry responds promptly, "An ignorant tongue would go unsung," and with a little more force behind his thrust, he dances in closer to the redhead knight's reach to strike hard enough at least for his blade to — at least sting a little.

Kamron thrusts the top of his axe-head out at Hobber a moment, just trying to draw his attention, then whirls to send the the blunted blade slamming over toward Horas. Sadly, his instincts are off, since he's spun his axe about. With his actual weapon, that would have driven the slightly curved spike that balances his normal axe into the twin's armor, and perhaps through it. As it is, the strike only hammers the blunt back of the haft into the steel of the man's breastplate.

Well. That -kinda- worked? As they exchange blows once again, they actually do manage to strike each other, just a damn shame that neither of them really do anything to each other. Garett can't help but chuckle at that. "It's going to be one of them days, I think." he muses. "But good skill, Ser. I can't remember the last time I got my ass kicked. No really, I don't, but hell, might as well make a new memory of it." And then he's back at it again.

"Yes, you two looked rather happy, my lady. I think we should all be jealous of you, instead," Roslyn counters warmly, glancing towards Anais and then Justin in turn.

The Banefort woman actually starts to smile a bit as Kamron drops his shield. She regards him at the distance with a touch of fondness before she glances back toward Rowenna and Katrin with a short and merry laugh. "To be honest, a man's arms is hardly his most distinguishing feature. If he really wants to show off, he should just strut around shirtless."

Jarod does not take the comment about his wife well, slashing wildly at Alek. It's not hard to dodge, and he's left with a cut on the arm for his trouble. It's not deep, but it stings. He tightens his grip on his blade and settles in for some more swinging, tight-jawed and lacking in witty rejoinders now.

The Charlton Knight proves to be something of a quiet fighter. But this could have been observed at the last melee as well. Saethwyr keeps his attention focussed on Martyn, attacking the man again when the opportunity arises. His opponent proves to be dodgy, though, but it seems entirely fair as he dodges the attack that comes his way as well.

An understanding smile appears on Kell's face as he himself has lived through the Ironborn Invasion and the next exchange between himself and the Groves Knight proves to be more damaging, for both. The Terrick Sworn's new strategy of aggression seems to have its rewards and risks, as the man takes a half step back due to the blow. Kell is in motion again without hesitation and it seems like he has a plan in mind, as this time his blade cuts towards his opponent's hands, as if trying to disarm.

"Nothing at that? Should I take that as permission to fuck your wife, while you're busy fucking the Lord Regent?" Alek calls, never at a loss for (less-than) witty remarks. Dodging and swinging, he circles again to prepare for another attack.

Dmitry's response to that elegant bit of bandying is a grunt as the twins push forward again and one of them falls as Keelin's blow lands true. Truelly and painfully if the twisted expression of surprise on his face is any indication, causing his twin to lash out all the harder at Keelin.

Harlyn is at this point taking notes that likely have nothing to do with the /substance/ of the battle.

The combat having been a crush of senseless chaos to Lark, the first thing she really sees that she understands is this: one man knocks another down, and waits for him to recover. The recovered giant waits to make sure his opponent is ready. It's this tiny interlude of peace and civility that draws her big smile of the melee. She applauds wildly. "Huzzah, Nayland! Huzzah, Groves!"

Martyn stays on the offense for now, working on getting his attacks in on Saethwyr at the moment. Quiet and focused for now, it would seem.

Anais flushes a bit at Justin, shaking her head. "It wasn't…just me. But let's say that we came to an understanding on a few things. His illness was hard for both of us. Thank you, though, Lady Roslyn," she adds with a small smile for the Nayland lady.

At the normally Raggedy Nayland's gesture of civility on the field of comabt, Tommas rises to his feet and offers the other man a low bow. Now they begin anew.

Keelin does manage to hit the twin he's fighting, but in the process, he forgets to duck, and he gets hit by both, in the chest. Always in the chest. If he ever wins money, he's upgrading his chest armour. But for now, he gives a grim smile and a brief salute before he attacks Hobber again. It's a good fight, after all.

Ser Baldwyn continues to sing, not that it helps just at the moment, as he and Garett trade blows…without actually trading any blows.

Despite Kamron being the main focus of her attention, Saffron can almost feel the bad blood between Jarod and Alek. She glances toward Rowenna. "I've missed something," she says to the Half-Eagle's wife.

Fingers pressed to her lips, Danae watches the melee with wide eyes that only grow wider as Jarod and Alek hammer on one another. Although she cannot hear the words that are spoken, they probably aren't about bunnies.

Justin frowns a bit as he sees something is definately going on between Lady Danae's man and Jarod, but also there's Ser Kamron delivered of a serious blow that leaves a deep dent in the chest of the Mallister knight's armour. He is distracted by these details of the fight for a breath before Justin glances back to each of the women seated with him, "I am pleased to hear that, Anais. More than you know. I am cheered also to see my brother doing better." and to Roslyn, Justin takes a moment to study the Nayland woman as she also watches the melee. If his injuries are giving him any pain just now, he's showing no sign of it. But then, he's only sitting quietly.

Rowenna shakes her head, eyes narrowing on the grudge match playing out between her husband and the former knight of Oldstones. "No, you haven't," she assures Saffron. "Alek Coope is a bag of dicks."

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Rafferdy with Bludgeon - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy attacks Tommas with Broadsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword but Kell DODGES!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword but Nicodemus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Polearm but Horas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Keelin with Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Baldwyn with Bludgeon & Shield but Baldwyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Horas with Sword & Shield but Horas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Garett with Bludgeon & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Saethwyr has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Once Tommas is up, Rafferdy begins his attack anew. He spins, and then swings, his broadsword clashing against Tommas' chest armor.

Jarod is all grim business now. Unlike the merry zeal he usually throws into 'play' war. It doesn't seem to precisely help his bladework, but he's still holding his own. He grunts and slices - hard, again - at Alek's arm. The angle is wrong for the staggering blow he's probably going for, but at least he hits something.

Roslyn studies the field for a moment, a furrowing of her brow as she attempts to sort the chaos of it before she gives up instead to turn a smile onto Anais. "And where is your lord husband today, Lady Anais?" she questions conversationally.

Tommas's movement is less fancy, but results in a similar resnonant blow against Rafferdey's chest and the armor that covers it. It's a bit like a bell with a hammer hitting it. DING.

Saffron bursts into laughter at Rowenna's words, and she tilts her head over toward the Lady knight with a small grin. "Well, I can safely say that is not what I've heard about Ser Alek." She looks back out to the field.

Alek almost hits, so close, but the bite of blade to his hand throws off his intent to send his sword into Jarod's head, though that intent is crystal clear to all and sundery.

Some may say that Kell and Nicodemus are horrible at this sword fighting business, others may say the two are dancing as gracefully as a pair of deadly swans. Whatever is said though, the third exchange between the two results in dodges as the Terrick Sworn's gamble fails. This doesn't cause the man to scowl though, instead he grins further, as if impressed with the swordplay thus far. At the edge of his vision, he does see that a pair of Mallisters are not doing too well against the Reach Knights. "Shall we continue this dance, Ser? Or take this up later."

Occasionally Cherise's shoulders tense during the clash of weapons from man battling man. While seated beside Danae the lady Charlton raises a hand against her forehead, shielding away the blindly bright light while the melee carries on. "Do you know of him? The Half Eagle?" She asks her cousin.

Katrin flashes an amused grin in Saffron's direction. "Oh, I am sure that would just simply scandalize the entirety of the Tourney," she replies and echoes in laughter at Rowenna's words. "A… bag of dicks?" she asks. Her Septa looks ready to faint from such language a few rows back.

And yet again, Garett manages to hit Baldwyn without actually hitting him, but able to side-step out of the way of his mace. Having done so, he tilts his head. "You ever heard of deja vu? The sensation of doing the same thing before? No? Well, just checking." And aaaaaway they go!

As the twins continue to hammer away at Keelin, Kamron Mallister tries to work around behind them. It's not particularly honorable, but he moves to work around them so that he, Dmitry, and Keelin can encircle the pair. He sweeps another blow at Horas — or is it Hobber — the one he's been attacking all along, but it glances off armor at such an oblique angle that the twin inside the tin can probably didn't even feel it. This seems to annoy the Mallister, and he throws himself forward more aggressively, sweeping out his attacks with less focus on the defensive.

Well, something here is not working. Baldwyn once again fails to land a real blow on Ser Garett. "It seems the Seven would prefer we find other opponents, Ser," he says, and, abruptly, salutes Garett and turns to direct his attack elsewhere. Dmitry being the next closest knight, it is he who will find himself the target of the Beesbury's next attack.

It appears that Dmitry is a better fighter in the battle of wits than in the melee, though there probably was not much doubt of this. Though he's still quick, he wholly miscalculates his mark so that despite the Redwynes' distraction making cacciatore out of Keelin, his blade sings harmlessly past the trunk of Ser Horas (Ser Hobber's?) armored frame.

Nicodemus sees where Kell orients his next strike, and he shifts his body to avoid it, sword arm lifting out of the way. However, the motion means his own swing is off-course, and it, too, is easily avoided by the Terrick knight. "Well," he considers, glancing quickly around the field, "But who else should we dance with? Seems everyone already has a partner."

"I believe he's meeting with some old friends," Anais answers Roslyn with a small smile. "But he did say he'd join us later. "

Back on his feet again, Hobber is as vicious as ever as he lays in on Keelin. "Riverland bitches will fuck you in britches, I hear," Horas attempts in poor verse. "I heard the wenches'll do it trenches too." This is terrible.

"Seems like a pair of Silver Eagles are in trouble. I have half a mind to assist them, I am sure Lord Patrek is a little worried." Kell answers in turn, half studying his opponent and half watching Kamron and Keelin.

It's just as well if they can't hear the bad poetry in the stands very well.

Keelin is definitely the center of the twin's attention, to his detriment. They each strike again, leaving bruises, and he grunts, the pain enough that his swing at Hobber's leg only clangs off of armour. But he doesn't go down, through some strength of will, instead, chuckling softly. "Best you two can do?" he taunts. Hey, if he can keep their attention, maybe Kamron and Dmitry can hit them? Well, he hopes.

Too often on the chest, it seems. But at least Saethwyr's armor works for him, mostly stopping the blow. Apparently not stopping it enough, though, or hitting in the wrong spot. More likely the latter, given that he's not really been hit much. He takes a half step back, leaning forward a bit as he seems to have a bit of difficulty drawing a breath afterwards. He coughs a bit, struggles with it some, then manages to draw a hasty breath before straightening, a bit pale.

Looking to her cousin, Danae tips her chin in a subtle nod. "I do…although, I do not think this fervor," she says, flicking her fingers towards Jarod/Alek, "Comes from what has occured within my service. Ser Alek's charms are particular." Rather than disapproving, she just sounds amused.

Garett blinks. "Wha? Hey…" He looks a little crestfallen. "Aww…that was such a nice dance too." Now without a dance partner, he looks over at Kamron getting his ball almost literally rocked by some guy named Hobber. "Figures, I have to save his one-armed ass." Target locked on that Hobber guy, aw yeah.

Martyn keeps on attacking now, and doing his best to get out of the way of any incoming attacks. Giving Saethwyr the time to get his breath again, before moving in for an attack again.

Nedra's gaze is torn from Kamron to see the grudge match unfolding on the field, she even starts to rise to her feet only to be tugged back into place by the hand of her Septa that catches hold of her elbow and firmly instructs her to sit down again. Rowenna's comment to Saffron brings a startled laugh from Nedra as well, shaking her head, knowing that she won't quite forget that particular turn of phrase any time soon. But just as quickly Nedra's attention is back toward Kamron and Keelin, searching the field for Martyn as well and spots him battling with Ser Saethwyr.

Bitches in britches? Wenches in trenches? Hey — that's her! Shame Rowenna can't hear the odes being sung to her lack of virtue. "We have some history," she defends her opinion of Ser Alek, dryly. Then, "NOT the kind that would make me at all familiar with any of the dicks in his bag."

Tia's gaze does come across Cherise and Danae, and she nods a greeting, though for now, she doesn't move, keeping her focus on the men fighting. She winces a bit, whenever Martyn scores a hit on Saethwyr, though she probably winces too when Saeth scores on Martyn, just not quite as much. "Oh, this might be play war, but it is still exciting," she murmurs.

Katrin's gaze sweeps across to Tiaryn with a sympathetic smile as Saeth goes down for the first time and there's something akin to pride as Martyn gives him a chance to stand back up before attacking again. But she chokes on her own laughter at Rowenna's words. "Even with a multitude to choose from?" she quips. "None of them are the least bit appealing. Hm." Something to remember.

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Rafferdy with Bludgeon - Critical wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy attacks Tommas with Broadsword - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword but Hobber DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Polearm - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword but Alek DODGES!
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Keelin with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Hobber with Bludgeon & Shield - Light wound to Left Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Horas with Sword & Shield - Critical wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Horas has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kell has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kell spends a luck point to keep fighting!
<COMBAT> Horas is not out of the fight yet! (Dragon)

Justin doesn't have a lot of strength for sitting upright yet, so after a while he shifts slightly in the chair to lean a little more back at a slight angle. He tips his head back to ease tension in muscles. The wine probably helps, not the least bit watered. The house retainer leans over to pour Justin a refill as they continue to watch the melee. He's rather subdued, not cheering any pariticular fighter on, though Justin's watching how Terricks, Mallisters, and Jarod are holding up.

"Riddled with pox to the last," Rowenna asides to Katrin, eyes glued to the field. She winces as the bag of dicks in question lands a blow on her Half-Eagle. "Damn it."

"I look forward to him joining us, Lady Anais," Roslyn replies politely to the lady, though a genuine smile touches her lips and gaze as she converses with Anais rather than watch the play war.

Jarod is having, if not a particularly respectful fight with Alek, at least it's a highly spirited one. The two circle and jab and swipe at each other with singular focus, despite the other action whirling around them. Jarod dives in hard on his next attack, but it's just a hair off. And leaves him far more open for good measure.

There is a touch of strange adoration for Rowenna on Saffron's face, though she does look over toward Jarod as he takes the blow. She winces. "I would say the Cape boys aren't doing as well, but it appears there is lot of Cape on Cape hate today."

"If they've the poor taste their favors to waste," Dmitry rhyme-spins both wildly and ridiculously, "on the two of you, why, I'll … eat my shoe." His strike is very clean, in contrast to his terrible rhyming: his blade bites as he finds a hole and slices with neat finesse through the heavy plate of his target. That was a terrible twofer, but it seems he is distracted enough by his own cleverness — really, Dmitry, is this really the time to embark on an amateur minstrel career? — that he isn't fast enough to note or evade the strike of the Septon. The whack to his head doesn't leave him injured, though — maybe it leaves his ears ringing enough to shut him up?

One of the twins should have been paying more attention to his opponents and less to his torrid poetry, perhaps the next verse would have involved a Lady in Red. Who knows? Instead Horas falls with a wheeze after his swing goes wide and leaves him totally open. Hobber follows through where the blow misses, taking the opening to score a mark on Keelin, even has he takes damage from all sides himself. "Hardly sporting," he laughs.

Tia smiles at Katrin, noting that sympathetic look. She blinks at the conversation about the Tordane knight (Alek), her head tilting. "I don't know, he seemed perfectly reasonable when I once spoke to him," she says. "Though I admit, it was only in passing." And Tia had a guard and a maid. And well, nothing untoward even got thought about, far as she knows.

"We spend good coin like any other, that's all your Riverland wenches want and their…uh. MOTHER!" Horas barks, getting to his feet.

Alek finds that opening like a choreographed dance, sending his sword into Jarod's chest and pushing him back with a sharp smile through his helm before he moves to circle more. "How about the Harpy's Chewtoy?" he offers finally to the other man.

Kamron may not be hitting the weak points on the ornate armor of the twin he's hammering, but at least he's got to be rattling the Redwyne about in his tin can. "Are you even old enough to know what trenches are for?" He swings his axe up and over his head, sweeping it back down in another attempt to land a telling blow through the man's heavy armor, "Sporting? Welcome to real combat then, even if these are blunted weapons."

There's a swing of the sword, and… a miss. Not the result Saethwyr was hoping for, alas. But, on the up side of things, he seems to have his wits enough about him as he dodges the attack aimed in his direction. It'll do, it seems, and he readies for the next opportunity to attack, watching Martyn. Still, he remains a quiet fighter.

Rafferdy growls loudly as Tommas' hammer slams hard across his neck, spinning him around and sending a spray of blood from his mouth. At the same moment, his own sword slides across Tommas' armor on his right leg. It takes a moment for Rafferdy to steady his footing, clearly, the blow nearly dropped him.

Danae raises a hand, tapping Cherise's shoulder lightly as Tiaryn glances towards them, answer that with a smile. The men are certainly distracting with the sun dancing off their armor and their blows dancing off one another. "Vicious."

"Yeah, sorry about that. But apparently Ser Kamron just can't live without me." Garett replies, bringing his mace back, then looking at Kam like he has just see him. "Oh, I'm sorry! How you doing?" he winks, before moving in again on Hobber.

Katrin continues to giggle her amusement at Rowenna's comments and Tiaryn gets a smile. But as her attention goes back to the field, she blanches of all color. Her fingers twist together tighter on watching a certain Nayland getting smacked. Her lips move in a name, but no words emerge.

Keelin takes a step back, as he gets hit again. Obviously, the man needs to work on his defenses somewhat. He kind of blinks at the poetry going and coming, and just rumbles a bit, totally not goign for it. It's not his type of talk. Kee gives Garett a nod. "Thanks, man," he says, since he's the one getting creamed by the twins. But hey, it's the thought that counts, right? He catches his breath and attacks once again.

It's a bit like getting hit with a battering ram. Poor Rafferdy. Tommas simply looks stern as he brings the hammer down fiercely over the Nayland's neck, dancing back as the other man's blade bites at his foot as he falls.

Ser Baldwyn's advance on Dmitry is swift, and his mace clangs off the Terrick's helmet, though at such an angle as to do little damage, sliding off with a great deal of noise and not much else.

Cherise wears a tempered expression compared to many others who react appropriately with cheers, laughter or pained demeanors as the battle carries on. She awards Tiaryn a tip of her crown though her gaze does stray to the fields before them. "It is in the blood." She tells Danae. "Without a release such as this I fear to imagine how they may do so otherwise."

Though the Terrick and Groves fighting pair exchange another round of light hits, it is Kell who is the first to stumble out of the two, whether from the blow or perhaps a rock on the ground, one can't tell. But it does cause the Terrick Sworn's face to grow more serious and focused, as now he can no longer worry about someone else but himself and his duel with Nicodemus.

Anais has half an eye on the melee, but mostly she's paying attention to Justin and Roslyn. "How are you enjoying the tournament, Lady Roslyn?" she asks with a small smile and a glance to Justin. "I know Justin's made quite a showing for his first time out."

Nicodemus takes a light smack from Kell's sword and returns the same, but his own footing holds when the Terrick knight has the misfortune to stumble. He is knightly enough to wait, at least, for Kell to regain his footing before engaging him, again.

Chin dipping in a nod of agreement as her lips lift into a soft smile, Roslyn glances towards Justin under the sweep of lashes, pushing back a curl behind her ear before she answers, "Yes. I was telling him, of course, how pleased I was to be asked for my favor, and how flattered I was that he showed so well with it."

"I would like to think that the men are somewhat more civilized than that," Danae begins, pausing as one of the competitors scores are particularly wicked blow against his friend or foe, "But no doubt you're right. There's something about bloodshed that makes wills rise and harden. Your cousin seems to be doing well." She nods towards Saethwyr.

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Rafferdy with Bludgeon - Serious wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Rafferdy attacks Tommas with Broadsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword but Nicodemus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Hobber with Polearm - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword but Alek DODGES!
<COMBAT> Horas passes.
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Hobber with Bludgeon & Shield - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Baldwyn with Sword & Shield - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield but Dmitry DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Rafferdy with Bludgeon - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy attacks Tommas with Broadsword but Tommas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword but Nicodemus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Hobber with Polearm - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Horas passes.
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Hobber with Bludgeon & Shield - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Baldwyn with Sword & Shield - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield but Dmitry DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Alek has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Alek spends a luck point to keep fighting!

The fighting continues yet the voices of the women draw him back. Justin drinks more of his wine and lowering the cup, he smiles a little, "I admit that I had some fear that Lady Roslyn might have already given her favour to another ere I could ask. I am aware that she had given it to Ser Kittridge at the Frey's tournament." He looks pointedly between them, but mostly watches for Roslyn's reaction. "I didn't precisely expect to be able to unhorse him, but I asked fair ransom. I saw no point in gouging any of them, least of all Ser Calvan of course."

Tia continues to watch quietly, her hands folded on her lap, and her attention moving from small skirmish to the next, with extra focus where she feels it is warranted. She glances over at Katrin at her reaction, but is watching in time to see Saeth score a very nice hit. That brings a smile to her face, though she follows it up with a somewhat sympathetic look for Martyn.

Jarod pays a little more attention to playing defense on his next go at Alek. At least, he makes sure he's leading with his (somewhat) better-armored chest. He's never one to be particularly afraid to step into a hit if he thinks it'll help him land a harder one. And, finally, he does. Bringing his blunted greatsword in for a well-placed strike to Alek's front.

Kamron looks over to Garett as the man approaches, snorting from inside his helmet, "Trying to batter my way through a wall of grapes. You?" As one twin goes down, Kamron turns his attention to the other, giving the first a chance to get up once more. Apparently, he's starting to learn the weak points of the twins' armor, or maybe he's just working himself up to fighting form despite the bruises digging at his shoulder and stomach. The blunted blade of his tourney axe rings time and again on Redwyne armor.

After side-stepping to dodge Martyn's attack, Saethwyr steps close and aims an attack to the other man's chest — which might surprise him by actually landing. Their personal bout seems to continue along similar lines — a swing and a smack on the armor. A swing and a dodge. Sometimes the right combination of luck and skill manage to align to create a fair display for the spectators.

Dmitry's speed is showing him in good stead, especially since the rattling blow to the head seems to have shut up the incessant rhymes that he was spitting out, or perhaps it is just that his opponent seems more dignified than the Redwyne twins. He eels aside from the whing of the bludgeon and answers that one strike with a solid whack of a lunge across Ser Baldwyn's helmet, and dodges the next with light, dancing grace, his shield arm up as he spins for a lighter bite of tourney blade across the man's armored chest.

For being such a large man, Tommas is light on his feet as he dances around Rafferdy's swings with a blue ribbon fluttering from where it has been wound through his maile. He continues to attack Rafferdy throughout.
Briallyn arrives from the Tourney Grounds.
Briallyn has arrived.

The next volley is another match of misses, Nicodemus avoiding Kell's sword and his own just glancing off Kell's armor. The second fares better for Ser Groves, and while he manages to deflect the Terrick sworn's attack, his own blade hits Kell's chest, clean and sound.

The force of Jarod's hit causes Alek to stumble and take a knee, breath knocked out though his sword remains raised for the moment. "Harpy's attack dog?" he suggests rawly instead, as if it were his suggestion that caused that. He takes to his feet, again, but with some effort.

Rafferdy takes another hammer to the left hand, and then to his stomach. While the stomach strike hurt, his face winces more at the hand attack. He grits his teeth, and takes a more defensive posture.

It's Katrin's turn to give Tiaryn a smile in acknowledgment. Her face continues to be pale but we'll just call that the pain from her burn or something like that. Her eyes are focused on the field, fingers twisting together as she works quite hard to stay quiet and keep a somewhat demure posture.

Rowenna watches the combat with her jaw tense and her nostrils flaring, hands curled to fists against her thighs. "Yes," she hisses as Jarod deals Alek a staggering blow. "Holy Mother, I wish I were out there."

Keelin continues to trade shots with Hobber. or Horas. Or whichever twin this is. Cause he is still standing. Bruised though he might be. He gets another slam at his abdomen, and trades it for a lighter one on Hobber. He'd say something, but he first has to catch his breath.

Now it is clear that the Groves Knight has the advantage on Kell as the continual stalemate is finally broken as he misses his cut at Nicodemus but in return suffers a heavy blow to the chest. The Terrick Sworn stumbles two steps back but not enough to fall and once again presses on against his opponent.

"He is." Cherise's large eyes search for the familiar colors of kin participating in the battles. "I've wondered where he has been over the past week." The lady's head tilts at an incline, changing the focus to another pair of fighters. "They can be. Though it depends on who their audience is."

Martyn offers a bit of a nod at Saethwyr in between his attacks now. keeping his focus on the attacks for now.

"He was not with you all, then?" Danae inquires gently, gaze following towards the Charlton in the field. She is momentarily distracted, wincing as Alek dips as if to fall before settling back into the battle.

Finally, Garett catches a break. And that break he catches just happens to be Hobber's chest, bringing down the head of his mace on it. Doesn't take the other man out, even with the help of Kamron, so the Westerling steadies himself. "Wall of grapes? You looking to drink later on?" Pause. "No, hold that thought, I suspect we all will later on." Bringing his shield up again, he eyeballs Hobber through the slit in his helmet. "C'mon, sweet meat. Let's do this. First rounds on me."

Ser Baldwyn's early luck with Ser Garett seems to be changed indeed. Whether that is for the better or the worse might be less certain, though, as his battle with Dmitry involves several solid blows being struck, but one is to the pious knight's helm, a clattering attack that manages to momentarily delay his completion of verse six of Ser Trajan's Lament. He takes the hymn back up, though, as he regains his balance, briefly slowed but not yet stopped.

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Rafferdy with Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy attacks Tommas with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword but Kell DODGES!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - Critical wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Polearm but Horas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Hobber with Bludgeon & Shield and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Baldwyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield but Dmitry DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Rafferdy has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy spends a luck point to keep fighting!

She answers Danae by shaking her head at first. "No." Growing tired of shielding her own eyes, Cherise lowers the hand onto her lap to join the other. Catching another set of familiar colors, her brows perk upwards. "Is that your brother I see?" She subtly inclines with her chin towards Garett's direction. "Just there."

"Just for one harpy," Jarod pants, not letting up despite having given Alek that staggering blow. "The rest is all for me." He aims a stinging blow at the Tordane knight's sword arm, and it lands, though he's fighting so close and hard right now that he can't dodge one that's almost identical.

Rafferdy takes another hit to the head, and he wobbles for a moment. He huffs, shakes his head, and shouts with an almost funny indignation, "Stop hitting my head, you big oaf!" He lifts his sword once more.

A reversal, most unexpected, as Kell who was on the defensive focused on his opponent and waits for the next attack. It seems to have paid off this time around as he manages to evade the incoming blade and takes advantage of the miss by strking back fast and hard. His own blunted edge slams into the Grove Knight's neck with a vicious blow.

Dmitry continues to make himself slippery with the heft of his shield, turning into the stroke from the chanting knight to strike again; his blade glances aside, skimming from the more solid man's armored arm.

Keelin's attempted strike misses, but Hobber takes another shot. Fuck, that hurt. He takes a step back, to get his next attack properly aimed, and Keelin puts as much of his weight into it as he can. "Where's the poetry now?" he asks, though there's still a bit of amusement in there.

Hit and hit in turn, Alek's press of attack turns aggressive, too tired and sore now to draw out a long fight as he attempt to finish it quickly. For once, he is banterless.

Perhaps that stalemate isn't quite so broken, or rather, perhaps the upper hand has shifted again. Nicodemus seemed to be the one winning a moment ago, but when the two knights have at each other again, it's a different story. He swings with his blade, but it is pushed aside by Kell's as the Terrick man lands a blow against Nico's throat hard enough to make him gasp and cough. Certainly hard enough to leave a hell of a bruise.

Whatever else one can say of the Redwyne twins, they certainly ate their gruel this morning. They move like a paired set of dervishes, dancing through the three combatants laid upon them to scores their weapons across Kamron and Keelin with vicious glee. It's a very pretty motion — whatever one can say about the amount of dust it kicks up — armor gleaming in the sun. "Funny that you should say that as an insult." Didn't you just get stabbed?

Clang! Sword plus helm equals — noise! He hadn't intended to ring the other man's bell, so to speak, but sometimes it's just one of those things that happens. And thankfully, one of the things that happens is that Saethwyr dodges the attack from Martyn again. Perhaps luck and skill are remaining aligned for a little while. Though it's bound to all tumble down eventually.

Well, this is more like it. Baldwyn again fails to do much more than glance his mace off Dmitry's armor, and manages to dodge the Terrick's blow in return. So that's… better? Sort of? He keeps singing, though!

Tommas blinks a moment at Rafferdy's silly indignation and offers a simple, "No." He'll hit whatever you leave open.

Lark watches the melee with huge eyes, fists pressed to her mouth, shoulders hunched. She flinches and winces and peeps at the blows landed every which way. Rafferdy's refusal to stay down in the face of the Groves giant draws her huge eyes just a fraction wider. "Oh, my goodness gracious!"

Whatever ladylike demeanor Saffron is suppose to maintain, she scowls toward the Redwyne twins. "They are lucky they will become Ser Kamron's kin… I will refrain from — " And then she grunts. "Alas."

The wide sweeps of Kamron's axe can impart power, but they're not so great for defending after your strike has failed to find purchase. One sweep of his axe clatters off the barest edge of Horas' pauldron as the younger man steps aside, and then he gets a thump in the stomach again from the Redwyne's mace. Whoofing out air, he backpedals a little as he tries to regain enough breath to grump at Garett, "I don't think they like me. Not nice for boys who are going to be kin."

At the hit to his helm, Martyn takes a few moments to steady himself, before he moves forward again, more aggressive now, it would seem.

Katrin chuckles quietly to Saffron. "Men so large as that one," And she points towards Tommas, "Should not be allowed to compete. It's not fair to anyone else." Nope, no personal interest invested over here. "Ser Martyn seems to be holding his own."

Saffron smiles over toawrd Katrin, the curl of her lips slightly knowing. "Yes… most unfair… but Ser Martyn is showing quite nicely. You should be proud."

"You gonna take that, Ser Keelin?" Garett calls over, letting the twins do their little dance just for the moment, as if waiting for the exact moment to take out of their legs. There's a spare moment to Kamron. "Hell, just because you get new family, doesn't mean you have to like them. This shouldn't be anything new y'know?" Back to it with the mace.

Danae watches the combat quietly for a long moment, squinting through blonde lashes towards the tourney field. Her brows lift as Cherise points out Westerling colours, causing her brow to furrow al the more. "What? No. It couldn't be," she dismisses quietly, waving her hand.

Late, late. For a very important date, that rather has the young Lady Briallyn somewhat pale. She arrives, eventually, amidst the cluster of her kin and assorted friends. Her dark green eyes are so intent upon the melee that Katrin's ever-cranky presence is seemingly ignored—for the moment. Her pale fingers are clasped tightly before her upon the burnt orange and gold silk layers of her skirt.

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Rafferdy with Bludgeon - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield but Martyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy attacks Tommas with Broadsword - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword but Kell DODGES!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Polearm but Horas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Hobber with Bludgeon & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Baldwyn with Sword & Shield but Baldwyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield but Dmitry DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Jarod has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Rafferdy has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Jarod spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Roslyn may flush slightly at that, but she shakes her head. Answering, she replies quietly, "No, I had thought—to keep it for you, ser. I was only afraid in turn that you might not ask it of me."

Tia continues to watch, her gaze more focused than it perhaps should be. She sits at ease though, trying to not look as eager as the sweet young things angling for husbands. Ahem. Well, she can try. Though she finds herself wincing more and more as she watches. "Imagine if this was with real weapons," she murmurs, looking somewhat appalled for a moment.

Maybe it was one too many pokes. The Charlton Knight does give the man space to recover from the strike to the helm, though. Saethwyr notices the shift in the other man's stance, which is enough to put him more on the defensive end of the stick. It never hurts to show a bit of caution. Except when it does. But it seems they're back to dodging and letting armor soak the blows, and so on it goes!

Jarod's turn to stagger now. As he and Alek trade blows, the other knight flattens one into his chest that sends him stumbling. He manages to roll and get back on his feet, but it's a near thing. He's acquired many bruises in this little fight, and they're starting to show. He answers non-banter with non-banter. It's been a hard fight, and he seems intent on just ramming toward the end of it. For one of them.

"Quite proud," Katrin replies to Saffron with a nod. "He continues to bring honor to my favor," she says with a tight smile. Her cheeks redden at the Banefort's smile and she looks away, back to the field.

It is really quite dancey, this spin and twirl of blade and bludgeon. This time, the slice of Dmitry's tourney blade goes wide, and he ducks quickly out of the way, leveraging his shield for protection with a practiced turn of his arm. In a light puff of breath, Dmitry asks breezily, "Does the hymn help?" This does not rhyme. Maybe he is losing his touch.

Nedra can't tear her eyes away from the field but she nods in agreement with Tiaryn's words, "I can only imagine - and suddenly to well," she admits.

Clashing into Jarod, Alek only draws back as the other man rolls to his feet, unphased for at least the moment by the strike of the other man's sword against his chest in turn. Instead, his focus is quite intent on Jarod, the melee around them faded away as he watches the Rivers (?) knight with steel-sharp, grey eyes.

Oh hey, its Briallyn! Saffron grins toward the other Haigh girl, and she flashes her a comforting smile — after all, both their men are out there. Well, her man… and Ser Kamron. Who isn't Saffron's man. Really.

"Why ever would I not when our Houses are in such negotiation? I could not, at the Frey's tournament. I had no intention of letting it slide, this time, Lady Roslyn." Justin's baritone gives by way of reply. His attention drifts back to the fighting and he notes his half brother's stagger, "I do believe many of my comrads in arms will as battered as I, after today's melee. We can comiserate over ales, later." Justin's tone is amused, "Next tournament I will try the melee."

Rowenna flinches as Jarod's dealt a staggering blow in turn, every line of her body tense. She forces herself to take deep, slow breaths, knuckles white. "Fuck… fuck fuck," she whispers.

"It never hurts, good ser," replies Baldwyn, for all that it does not, admittedly, seem to be helping him hit anything. "One can never praise the Seven too much, or too joyously!" He launches into a different hymn, this a rousing number normally sung by a choir, but well-suited to his booming baritone. It is perhaps not improved, however, by the pauses for breath and to absorb blows.

Keelin laughs at Garett's call. "Ow, fuck, don't make me laugh," he complains, but perhaps the good humour helped, as he does manage to tag Hobber this time. "And I didn't say it was an insult, more just curiosity since you two went so quiet." But if they want to be insulted, their call. He gets tapped again, but his armour works this time, and he simply swings again, as he sees what looks like an opening.

The Lady knight might not appreciate it, but Saffron does offer Rowenna a squeeze to her hand at the chorus of 'fucks'.

A questioning sideglance is given to Danae as she easily dismisses the notion of a sibling on the field. "Unless you know others of our maiden house with the abilities to compete." Excluding her daylight blind brother, Cherise floats her eyes over the men once again with a slight look of disinterest.

Rafferdy swings again at Tommas, slicing across the man's left hand. The same moment, that damned hammer slams into Rafferdy's chest. The impact tosses Rafferdy backward, and he slams down onto the ground on his back. The dust spreads for a moment, and he doesn't get up.

"Are we to be kin then?" Horras (Hobber?) comments to his twin and Kamron alike as he darts forward. There is a certain aura of youthful bravado in his choice to skip the shield for a touch more manueverability. His brother sneers and smiles, it's an unfortunate expression, "Just think. We're testing your mettle, cousin? Best to know waht to think of familiy." He breaks off with a hiss as a blow impacts his chest. Ow.

Hugh has been there rather quietly on the sidelines. He is not saying what Rowenna is, but he is quite possibly thinking it. He is also trying not to think of the upcoming squire's melee. "Come on, Ser!"

From a crushing blow to a dodge and miss, Kell's fight with Nicodemus certainly has it all, with its ups and downs. But there doesn't seem to be any letting up from either knights as the Terrick Sworn continues on with his attack while being wary for any strikes coming his way.

And it's another miss for both Nicodemus and Kell as they continue to fight one another. Nicodemus leans quickly sideways and away from Kell's swing, but his own attempt fares no better. Hard to tell if the two are getting better and learning the other's tricks as time wears on, or if they're both simply tiring.

"From what little I had heard of Ser Garett's return from the bosom of the sea, he hardly sounded capable of competition Cherise," Danae replies somewhat dryly, she lifts her hand to shade her eyes as she looks towards the man that might be her brother. Or might not. She lets out a soft cheer as her Ser Alek scores a hit against Ser Jarod. "Well done, that."

A warm smile remains on Roslyn's lips at that response, her chin dipping in agreement though Justin's comment finds her glancing towards the melee once again as if to force herself to watch. Hopefully there is no blood out there.

On the contrary — though she's startled by it, Rowenna flashes Saffron a quick, tight smile of appreciation for the gesture. "I — have a hard time seeing Jarod assailed without everything in me leaping to defend him," she murmurs with wry apology. "Many, many years of conditioning." Not to mention love.

Quick little bastard. Garett is rusty, the length of time being laid up and immobile has really taken a toll on the formerly cold and stoic Westerling. But apparently he still knows how to fight, even if he's a tad slow at that. Or maybe it's limp that starts to get a little more pronoucned in his left leg. It's ignored and he goes on. The comment about family Kamron just sorta gets a slight shrug from him. "Hey, that's all you. I'm not getting involved in your family affairs. I'm still learning the names of my own House."

Kamron snorts at Garett, "Yes, but I would like an opportunity to like them." He ducks under a sweep of Horas' mace, grunting as the motion does unpleasant things to the bruises on his shoulder and stomach. The duck — and a slight movement from Ser Horas — causes his own sweeping slash at the man's legs to miss. "I just wanted to come introduce myself." His words, puffed out between breaths, go very wry indeed, "And they introduced themselves first." And then a shadow falls across him, and the Mallister knight spins a bit away from Horas, hanging back to watch Tommas the approaching giant warily.

Rafferdy is quickly carried off the melee field and taken to the Nayland encampment.

"Yeah!" Comes a loud cheer from where the commoners are gathered as Merel thrusts a fist into the air when Tommas fells his opponent with a blow of his hammer to Rafferdy's chest. "You crush him!" She looks immensely proud of the Groves giant for a moment with no consideration for the fate of the fallen. Oh well.

The Lady Haigh is chewing her lip, but cannot miss Rowenna's comment so close she is, even if she initially misses upon Saffron's friendly smile of greeting. "Well, bloody well screw that," Briallyn mutters darkly. "Ser Garett shouldn't even be in a melee. If he gets hurt again—" There is a distinct hint of violence in her honeyed voice, and she draws a sharp, deep breath to get her feathers down.

Something on the field brings Katrin to her feet. Silent for a moment, she seems to finally take of Briallyn and her expression hardens a little. "Cousin," she greets slowly. She retakes her seat, squeezing Saffron's hand, leaning in to murmur to the Banefort, nodding in Bri's direction before she rises once more and gives nods to her fellow ladies around her. "If you will all excuse me," she says softly.

Obviously a little blood doesn't bother him, having not long ago killed a man while participating in the slaughtering of bandits. Justin finishes off his second cup of wine and watches the melee to catch himself up with the status of those men he's most interested in watching. Who's still up, who's looking to be on their last legs. His gaze wanders back to watching Lady Roslyn.

Tia glances at Nedra momentarily and nods. She's at least having a better time with the melee than she did at the duel. She gives Briallyn a warm smile and a wave. Her gaze goes back to the melee though, her smile fading to as neutral an expression as she can give.

Saffron murmurs to the Lady knight, "You are not the only one, Rowenna." There is a slight tilt of her head, and a secretive smile. She may not compare to the knights down there — more like a mouse running around giants, but by the gods, she could sink her teeth in and latch on. Then she is caught by Katrin's murmur, tilting her ear to her. She frowns, and then she nods gently. "Of course, Katrin. I will come visit later."

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon but Kamron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword but Kell DODGES!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword but Nicodemus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Polearm and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon but Kamron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Hobber with Bludgeon & Shield - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Baldwyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield but Dmitry DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword but Jarod DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Left Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword but Kell DODGES!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword but Nicodemus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Hobber with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Horas with Polearm - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Alek with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon but Kamron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Hobber attacks Keelin with Greatsword - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Hobber with Bludgeon & Shield - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Baldwyn with Sword & Shield and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Jarod with Greatsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Hobber has been KO'd!

Roslyn catches sight of her brother being carried from the field, brows drawing together. She also catches sight of Katrin rising and preparing to leave. She glances to Anais in a silent look, not to Justin who probably won't care.

Standing there near the grounds with the others of her rank Dania watches her brother and the other Mallister men like a hawk. Her long hair is bound up and she keeps wiping her hand on her aporon dress as she watches. With every hit Keelin takes she winces.

Jarod keeps on pummeling at Alek, and getting pummeled in return. If the fight was bruising before, it's descended into brutal now. Jarod is half-working to keep himself on his feet, half to make sure that if he feels, Alek is left with as much pain as possible.

With a wicked pair of blows traded between them, a soft growl catches in Alek's throat for a moment. Maybe he got confused with his dog jokes. He certainly seems in pain, his stance adjusting for pain shooting down one rib.

Dmitry trades inconclusive blows with Ser Baldwyn, the puff of a laugh escaping his mouth. "I almost think to duet with you as we dance, Ser," he says, fingers flexing after the wham to his armor, "but singing is not my talent."

Katrin gives a tight smile as she dips her head once and then moves to a different part of the stands. Then with a frown, down closer to the field where she might get a better view, her Septa and maid trailing behind her. But it's just so crowded and the sheer number of people just seem to swallow Katrin up and she disappears in their midst. Never to be seen again. Or at least until later on.

For all of Tommas's attempts to find a new oppentent, he has no luck laying into Ser Kamron with his wide swings as the Mallister Knight edges in further against Horas. He scores a damn fine hit too.

More exchanges between Kell and Nicodemus results in more dodges and parries, their blunted weapons not finding their intended targets. Perspiration does drip down the side of the Terrick Sworn's face but he doesn't relent, continuing on. If he can go seven passes in a joust, he can last in a melee.

Looks like Hobber has had enough of that, but there's no time for Garett to really relish that. Besides, it's not like he did that all on his own. No, a friend of Kamron's is a friend of his and he's not about to let Keelin hanging like that, the poor guy has gotten rolled pretty hard by a pair of twins, so now he focuses on Horas now.

Rowenna scrubs her hands over her face, blowing out a breath. "Gods — if a bird shat on either one of them, they'd fall, at this point. This is excruciating."

Horas lets out an angry whine and stamps a foot as his brother falls, hopping over his brother's unconscious body as he dances back to try to reposition himself for two opponents. His cocky smirk remains though, gaze flitting towards Hobber's knocked out ass with amusement.

And Keelin gives Garett a victorious grin, as one of the twins finally is out. He takes a couple steps to try to flank Horas now, perfectly content to tag team that twin as well. They started it, after all.

Nicodemus has long gone quiet, his expression shifting to one of blank focus and determination. if he hasn't managed to land a hit these last round, he's avoided being hit at least. Hey! It's something!

Swing - clang! Wash, rinse, repeat. The battle between Martyn and Saethwyr seems to just have that sort of way to it. Armor claims strikes and prevents injuries, and there's a couple dodges as well to fill in the blanks. Saethwyr keeps his attention on Martyn, watching for openings and trying to make the most of them when they're spotted.

There is a sharp flurry of blows, which mostly consists of Kamron ducking and dodging hammer and mace, shifting just enough to cause them to glance off his breastplate or spaulders. He does get one nice solid crack in on Horas, center-mass, but then the other of the twins falls to the ground, and Kamron does his best to disengage from Horas to focus his attention on Tommas. His gaze goes up, and up, and keeps going up, "Stranger's sweaty balls, man. You're even taller than Rodrik Greyjoy." A grin flashes in the depths of his helmet, "Then again, you heard how that turned out, I'm sure." A little height imbalance isn't going to slow Kamron down.

Lord Baldwyn, still unable to do any damage to Dmitry, sings on, making a valiant effort, though one expects he may have to tire of such ineffectual strikes and give up at some point soon. That blow to the head must have really rattled his depth-perception.

"Braggart!" Garett barks over his shoulder at Kamron.

"Call this a draw and see if we can't cut a fucking path through this melee before we are forced to fold?" Alek questions finally, panting heavily and leaning slightly. "I do not want your face to be the only one I see this whole fight, Harpy."

"You heard correctly." She retorts, equally dry to Danae. "I cannot deny a certain pleasure to be gained if Ser Alek bests the Half Eagle." Cherise peels her eyes from the field briefly.

And in similar fashion, Martyn keeps his attention on his opponent, looking for that right moment to manage something more now. Just you wait, Saethwyr.

At Katrin's abrupt departure, Briallyn's eyes narrow, though a terse nod is returned as the other Haigh excuses herself. Regardless of what she might think, Briallyn does not say a word; here and now is not the time, nor place. "Do hope it shits upon the other first, then," she murmurs to the 'lady knight' and forces her hands to relax upon her lap. "I certainly do."

"Didn't have to hear about it, I was there," Tommas comments with the sliver of a grin. On the ilses with the rest. "I think you'll find I've rather more substance than salt in me than a seven-damned squid."

Roslyn might be wrong, a little. Justin has noticed, and then he was watching her to see how she reacted. He transfers his wine cup to his left hand and reaches over with his right to lightly touch her arm, "Your brother is down and may be sore hurt. You should go and see that he's going to be all right, Lady Roslyn."

Nedra half rises from her seat again, once more dragged back into place, Nedra's heart in her throat as she watches the exchange of blows so fast that they are a blur to her sight. She shifts her attention toward Martyn, seeing him still embroiled in his fight with Saethwyr, turning further to spot Keelin, making the silent count in her head to ensure that they are all still afoot.

Jarod blinks, stopping short when Alek does. Deep breath, in and out, disbelieving. "This some trick, Tordane's Asshole?" he retorts. But he's really not up to more punishment from Alek, as fiercely as the two have dished it at each other. "Fuck it. Been a good little fight." Which seems to be a 'yes.' Of sorts.

Tia acknowledges Katrin's departure with a nod, though if she thinks anything of it at all, it's not clear. She looks back and winces, as the first combatants start to fall, and be dragged off the field. "Gods keep them all safe," she murmurs.

Oh man, Saffron is surrounded by two profound influences — Rowenna and Briallyn. She glances toward the former. "I sense whoever gets shat on is going to be throwing shit at the other later."

"I'm not going to shake on it," Alek replies dryly, but he turns, strides forward. Finds another target.

"If you would understand, my lord," Roslyn replies carefully, gathering her skirts and rising. She even moves forward to brush a careful, chaste kiss against Justin's cheek.

Harlyn has a page black with ink now, tracking bets, negating others. But we're getting down to the end now, aren't we? The /big/ money.

Rowenna snorts in grim mirth — at Briallyn or Saffron… possibly both. She blinks a few times as the two men disengage, then bursts out laughing. She grins wide, raking a hand back through her curls, unable to contain her mirth. "I think they just got — bored with one another. That's priceless."

Hugh watches the two part with a look of confusion. He shrugs and continues to watch.

<COMBAT> Jarod has changed stance to Aggressive.
<COMBAT> Nicodemus has changed stance to aggressive.
<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon but Kamron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Horas with Greatsword but Horas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Tommas with Polearm but Tommas DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Saethwyr with Greatsword but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Horas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Horas with Bludgeon & Shield - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Baldwyn with Sword & Shield and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield but Dmitry DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Garett with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Horas has been KO'd!

His face is without expression to what she does. Justin only watches her closely before he says low, "One should look after family, as they are able." He doesn't get up but his gaze follows her as Roslyn moves to depart.

"It took six of us to take him down!" Kamron's response to Garett carries with it a laugh. He nods to Tommas, sweeping his axe around in an arc to try and punch through the significantly lighter armor of his new opponent. "My apologies then. I'll do what I can to provide a challenge." It seems even this play-war can raise the good humor in the man, even if his eyes have a sort of dull sheen to them, slightly too-wide as they try to take in everything around him.

Anais has been distracted by the melee of the melee, trying to pick out particular knights among the crowd. "This is not nearly so easy to watch as the joust," she murmurs with a sympathetic glance to Roslyn. "I don't even know when Quentyn went down. Or if he did. I don't think I see him, anyhow."

Saffron snorts, though there is a smile at the edges. "Shame, I was hoping for your Half-Eagle, Rowenna." Her gaze falls back toward the field, and she is almost out of her seat as Horas falls. "Now to the giant!" She calls out across the field, as if to encourage her favored Knight. She is back on her rump as hastily as she rose. Nope, no one saw her do that.

Jarod turns to take the field against another opponent almost randomly, once he and Alek have left their little grudge match rest. For now, at least. He spots Martyn not far from him and goes perhaps to help the Mallister man defend himself. Not that he's much help at this point. He's is a very bruised, beaten eagle/harpy thing.

Alek finds great offense with people ganging up, especially after that last melee. He goes directly after Garett as the other gangs up on Horas, sending his sword at the man's chest even if it just clashes against armor without damage.

The second of the Redwyne twins falls after another blow hits his already abused chest, crumpling to his knees with a hiss. The Redwyne attendents quickly remove his body from the field to be settled alongside Hobber's.

Dmitry puffs a little on his next exhalation, eyebrows up beneath his helm as he and Ser Baldwyn both whiff … again. He lifts his sword in a kind of salute to the singing Ser, and says, "Draw?"

Wu-oh! And just like that, Saethwyr has two attackers again. And here he was holding his own against just one. He manages to land a hit on Martyn's right hand, then dodges. And dodges again. Eep! Quarters are getting a little close, it would seem, but he seems to still be holding his own.

Bored enough for Ser Alek to try his luck with Ser Garett, it seems. "I'm going to be very sore with him if Lord Westerling doesn't blacken his eye or close to." That smile is not kind, no, no, it isn't. But, she settles down, and Briallyn clears her throat in a most ladylike way in some poor attempt to regain decorum.

Finally their blunted blades hit home though Kell came out of it as the loser in that exchange as he scores a light hit on the Grove Knight's chest while he gets bashed on his right arm at a healthy clip.

Martyn frowns as he takes a hit, and only manages to miss his opponent in turn. "You dodgy…" he begins, going back to the next attack now.

Uh oh, Saethwyr has multiple opponents again, and Tia's hands clasp a ilttle more tightly. She stays quiet now, just watching to see how he makes out. She does glance up at Saffron, noticing that little cheer. Sorry, Saff.

And down goes the other twin. "Glad that's taken care of. Hey Kamron! I think you're new relatives aren't going to be all that happy with me!" he remarks before something hits him. Blink. Turning about he eyes Alek. "Well, hey there, sweet meat. If you wanted a dance all you gotta do is say so." Cracking the bones in his neck, he rounds on Alek. Incoming mace.

Ser Baldwyn salutes Dmitry, nodding, "So it seems the Gods have deemed, Ser," he replies, "Warrior grant you equal or better luck with your next foe. It seems my efforts are not favored, today." He bows politely, and turns aside to find someone else to futilely wave his arms at.

Roslyn departs with a sweep of her skirts, moving for the Nayland encampment as well.

Dmitry tips a little bow of acknowledgment, before turning on a swift pivot. His glance over the field is calculating; he chooses a target to gnat-bite who looks comparatively healthy.

Not like Keelin isn't beaten up by those twins, but he's got to do something since he's still standing. He grins at Garett though. "We should do that again sometime," he says. "But next time, you start." Course, he's now working to flank Alek.

"If I wanted to dance with you, I would ask," Alek assures Garett dryly.

Nicodemus huffs a soft breath out as his sword strikes Kell's arm and he gets his own little jab it turn. Perhaps the amusement steps more from the fact they're still on their feet and going at it, than anything else.

Anais leans over to Justin, taking a cup of wine. "Ser Alek is awful," she notes. "But he's certainly fun to watch."

Garett chuckles. "Have to show you the steps sometime." Behind his mask, the Amnesiac Knight grins wolfishly.

"Really? Are you going to remember them?" Alek drawls.

The Terrick house retainer is delighted to pour the second cup for his Lady Anais. The somewhat elderly man smiles, quietly eager to please her if he may. Justin's attention had followed Roslynand then remained unfocused on nothing in particular. He flicks his attention to her, then looks for the man she's spoken of, "Where's Jarod? Did Ser Alek best him?" Justin apparently missed those two breaking apart to seek others to fight.

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Serious wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Alek with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Tommas with Polearm - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Saethwyr with Greatsword but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Alek with Bludgeon & Shield - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Garett with Sword & Shield but Garett DODGES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Saethwyr with Bludgeon & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Garett with Greatsword - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Kell has changed stance to defensive.
<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon but Kamron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield but Martyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword but Kell DODGES!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Alek with Greatsword and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Tommas with Polearm and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Saethwyr with Greatsword but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Alek with Bludgeon & Shield - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Garett with Sword & Shield - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Saethwyr with Bludgeon & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alek attacks Garett with Greatsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Alek has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kamron has changed stance to aggressive.
<COMBAT> Jarod will attack Garett this turn.

Saffron casts a considering look toward Rowenna, but whatever she is thinking is not spoken on as she looks back to the field. She brightens a bit as Kamron does well against the giant Tommas. She balls her fist in a silent cheer.

Anais cranes her neck for a better look at the field. "I can't tell if the fight broke them apart or if they just decided to come back to each other later," she muses to Justin, flashing a smile to the retainer before taking a sip of the wine.

"Is this why you needed six men?" Tommas wonders, dodging the second of Kamron's blows after he takes the first. "Me mother always told me that you can't have too many blokes in the kitchen else the pie'll spoil." Safe words, really. They seem to make sense to him.

Unregarded only for the moment, Dmitry spins in a couple of darting strikes — light bites of the blunted tourney blade, barely worthy of attention compared to the mightier thwacks of Alek's big sword. Alek is always bigger!!

Kamron trades glancing and staggering blows with the giant, trying to circle around him, or at least to force him to move a bit. No sense letting the big man settle into one place and put all of his undoubtedly considerable strength behind his blows. The haft of the other man's hammer is caught on the haft of Kamron's axe with a loud, ringing CLACK of wood on wood, "Took six men because Rodrik Greyjoy was able to defeat Lord Jason Mallister in single combat." That has a bit of a growl to it, the Seagard man's smile wiped away. Look at him defending a squid to prop up the honor of his late Lord.

And those thwacks are mighty, or at least one of them is until Garett's sword bites back. Alek staggers, falls to a knee. His sword bites into the dirt, his head tipping down as he draws in ragged breaths. When he gains his feet, he doesn't so much as yield as walk off the field.

Now it is Kell's turn to take in a serious blow to the neck, causing the man to stumble and miss his attack. But instead of stumbling backwards, the Terrick Sworn steps forward and returns a quick slice with his blunted edge on Nicodemus's left arm before moving past and turning around, ready yet again.

Maybe it's a strange sort of solidarity. Or maybe, in his current state, Jarod just realizes he doesn't have much hope of hitting the still fairly fit Charlton knight. Whatever the case, when he sees Alek go down on his periphery, he moves to attack his attacker. Perhaps, more than anything, he wants to best the man who bested his grudge match bro.

Bu… wha? And then there were… three? Saethwyr isn't given much of a chance to look amongst his attackers, really, but… hey look, his feet keep up! And he dodges and just tries to keep on doing just that. So long as he dodges, he's not being hurt. Or his armor can soak it up. It still works. Quarters are closer now than what he prefers them to be, but he still keeps his own attacks on Martyn, not that they have much of an effect. How long will his luck last? Maybe a little longer, with Jarod going after someone else, though that doesn't make the Charlton Knight breath much easier.

Rowenna watches Alek quit the field, her lips thinning in displeasure. "You know, I've killed men I didn't dislike as much as him," she sighs. "And I sort of feel bad for him, just now. Being a woman is pathetic." She glances around. "Uhm. Present company excluded, surely."

Strange man, that one, but even though he is not hitting worth a lick, Keelin is more than willing to aim at Jarod, since Garett already has a good match on his hands with Dmitry. Or something? Anyway, Keelin does try to keep helping Garett. He is helping, right?

"That," the Groves Knight pauses with a frown, "I was also there to see." Tommas was not impugning the departed Mallister. Although, Kamron's defense of the squid earns him a flat look.

Two blows to Alek is apparently all Garett needed to do, but then again, Jarod did most of the work. "Boy, I know the steps just fine. When you want to try again, you just let ol Garett know. Good fight." But during that time, he took a shot from Dmitry. "Hey now, I can't please everyone at once. I do try through." Then looking between Jarod and Dmitry who both seem to be looking at him. "Well, I suppose I deserve this." he notes considering his actions with the twins. Mental coin flip. Jarod wins.

Martyn keeps on trying to attack Saethwyr now, muttering quite a bit in the process. Still trying with rather aggressive attacks, for all the good that's done him.

It seems that the Terricks and Mallisters are still in the melee, including his bastard brother, Jarod. Justin watches but he makes no reply to Anais's comment. It seems his desire to speak has departed with Roslyn. The retainer moves to refill his wine cup but Justin declines, giving the cup back.

"No, I would say being a woman can be quite pathetic," Saffron says with a grin toward Rowenna. "Or at least execeptionally tiring." She looks out at the field once more as Kamron and Tommas continue to trade blows. She looks quite pleased.

<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword but Kell DODGES!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - Serious wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Jarod with Greatsword but Jarod DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Tommas with Polearm - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Garett with Greatsword - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Jarod with Bludgeon & Shield but Jarod DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Garett with Sword & Shield but Garett DODGES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Saethwyr with Bludgeon & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Tommas has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Tommas spends a luck point to keep fighting!

"Not as pathetic as storming off the field," she remarks acidly, giving a sharp sniff of disapproval, one obviously not aimed at Rowenna. Giving a small shake of her head, Briallyn settles with a small sigh, dark green eyes still intent upon the field. "It seems rather senseless, but I suppose it usually does." Then something appears to occur to her, and for the first time, the Lady Haigh turns her attention from the combatants to the Half-Eagle's wife thoughtfully. "Or is it?"

It is evident that Kell's strength is slowly fading, panting for breath under chainmail and steel helm, trying to somehow grasp for some reserves to push on. Looking down at his hands, he sees the faded Banefort ribbons wrapped around his wrist and manages a grin, choosing perhaps an insane path as instead of staying on the defensive, he decides that it is time to charge and perhaps end it in the next exchange, one way or another.

<COMBAT> Kell has changed stance to aggressive.
<COMBAT> Tommas will attack Kamron this turn.
<COMBAT> Baldwyn will attack Garett this turn. (Dragon)
<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon but Kamron DODGES!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield but Martyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Jarod with Greatsword but Jarod DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Tommas with Polearm - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Garett with Greatsword but Garett DODGES!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Jarod with Bludgeon & Shield but Jarod DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Garett with Sword & Shield and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Garett with Bludgeon & Shield - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

Dania winces again and she wraps her arms around herself as she continues to watch, her basket sits down at her feet.

Dmitry cocks an eyebrow beneath his helm. "As you say, Ser," he says altogether lightly, and lunges in at Garrett for another strike. The bigger man proves too quick for him, though. "I suggest you try and take up juggling. I hear tell it improves the coordination of hand and eye." Maybe he should snark less and focus on his blade, since his next strike is another miss, too.

Nicodemus fights on with dogged determination, though he's beaten back a few steps by Kell's strike to his hand. He sword shakes a little in his grasp, his left lightening on the pommel to compensate. Then, another good blow to his abdomen. One brow lifts, perhaps the Groves man his impressed, before the lays in again.

Hugh has been extremely quiet throughout this entire fight. He is pleased to see Alek leave, but he only evidences it with a soft smile.

<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Jarod with Greatsword - Light wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Tommas with Polearm - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jarod attacks Garett with Greatsword - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Jarod with Bludgeon & Shield but Jarod DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Garett with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Garett with Bludgeon & Shield but Garett DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dragon has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Jarod has been KO'd!

Saethwyr maintains a defensive posture, still going on trying to not be hit. And succeeding, for the time being. And even managing to get a hit on Martyn for his efforts. That came as a bit of a surprise. Somehow he manages to dodge both Baldwin and Martyn, stepping lightly on the field and just trying to be attentive to the attacks aimed at him.

Harlyn follows Alek's departure with an ever-so-thoughtful purse of his lips and makes one more mark. He glances over toward his cousins. Marks again.

Kamron is knocked a bit sideways by a blow to his right shoulder that he can't quite avoid entirely, but then he whips his axe over his head in both hands and brings it down hard on the giant's chest. Apparently, the time for banter is over, at least for now. Instead, the Mallister's teeth have been skinned back in a tight snarl. Kamron's blunted axe-head hums through he air as the knight shifts his hands on the haft, choking up and down as necessary to speed it on its way.

After being silent for a time, Justin finally leans a little to say something low to Anais.

The question distracts Rowenna for a moment. "Sorry. Or is what, what?" she asks Briallyn. With half and eye still on the field, she jolts and groans as Jarod takes what looks to be a decisive blow. "Fuck."

Jarod is with it enough to anticipate Garett's attack, but Keelin's comes as a surprise. Still, he's got some ability left in him yet, as he pivots and steps as quick as he can to avoid the blows. At this point, however, he's too bruised to manage much in the way of agility. When a swipe from Keelin catches his left arm, it's all that it takes to get him to drop his sword, and he stumbles when he does down to. He turns to try and regain his feet, but he doesn't bother to go any further than his knee. Breathing heavy and looking up at Keelin. "I yield, Knight of the Keys."

Kamron does not talk commentary on the departed Lord Mallister well, apparently and it shows on the blow he lays to Tommas's chest. The big knight falls back, nearly laid to to his knees by the strength of the hit as his features twist in a scowl. Fine. He shifts his hammer in his hands, attempting to get a strike in on the darting Mallister Knight.

The gamble is indeed risky but it seems like the end isn't here yet, for either knights as both Kell and Nicodemus remain standing. But the Terrick Sworn is determined, even after the a nice blow on his right leg, doing nothing to disengage but instead pressing on aggressively, blade and memories in hand.

"Dmitry's better at this than I would have guessed," Anais observes to Justin with some surprise sitting up a little straighter to watch. It takes her a moment, but she does murmur something back, distracted.

Dodge one, get hit by second. And not hitting anything in return. Seems like the melee is going one way for Martyn now, and that's not the way he'd preferred. But he tries again.

Something Anais says back low makes Justin give her an odd look, then make inquiry.

Nedra evades the tugging hand that has kept her in her seat and rises to her feet with a sudden cheer as she sees her brother take the offensive, the axe-wielding technique seeming to her to be a wee bit barbaric but it certainly gets the job addressed.

Dodge, dodge, get hit, dodge, and dodge some more. In between all that, Garett hasn't had much chance to much of anything, both his armor and his shield taking quite the beating. "You know, I'd swear for a moment that you guys didn't like me all that much. And would it surprise that I thought about learning how to juggle?" Seeing Baldwyn, he grins. "Ser Baldwyn! You came back to me." A light salute to the two of them. "I suppose it's a party now." Another mental coin flip. Dmitry wins.

Justin is a little distracted himself, but nods, "Dmitry's nimble."

Keelin takes a moment to salute Jarod, acknowledging the Half-Eagle's words. "Well fought," he says, honestly. And then he gives a nod to Garett who is back to just one opponent, right? Maybe? So Keelin goes after the wandering 'septon' knight who is now lost and tag teaming apparently randomly. "Have atcha," he calls or something like that, as he attacks.

Rowenna rises, shaking her head distractedly. "Pardon me, my lady — I'll have to owe you an answer." She hurries down from the stands to check on her husband.

While Tommas's chest is a broad area that makes for a great target, Kamron's decisive blow to the area elicits a worried gasp from Merel, who clenches her fists tight at her sides when the giant falls. She stands up a little straighter, hopeful, when he stands again, muttering under her breath and making a slight swinging motion. Come on!

As the field starts to clear, it becomes easier to watch, a little less chaotic. This is not a bad thing, really, but it does allow for more wincing. Tia gives Rowenna a sympathetic look, but at least she can go make sure Jarod's okay. That - definitely counts for something. Proper behaviour, right, that's the promise. But it still bites somewhat.

Bright blue eyes follow after Rowenna's flight to see to her husband, though she cannot let her gaze linger as she immediately seeks her favored knight. She joins in Nedra's cheers, and she is on her feet again to release a vibrant whistle that sings out over the clapping.

"What, you don't fight with your bosom friends?" Dmitry lifts his shield, preparatory to what he deems to be another round of hard fighting; he looks a little winded, sweat-damp, eyes ridiculously bright.

Hugh stands ready to attend Jarod as well, and he glances and nods to Rowenna as she approaches. "It was a long tough fight, wasn't it?"

Jarod drags himself over to the sidelines, to sort of collapse on a handy bench, nodding to Hugh. "Aye, not a bad little fight, all things considered. Rather sorry I didn't finish things with the Tordane man." How that would've ended, he doesn't sound completely sure. He manages a rueful grin to Rowenna. "Told you this wouldn't be any fun without you."

Hugh sets to work, "So long as you are all right in three days." He grins.

"Seems that is not to be," Danae murmurs to Cherise, watching as the men split off to find other opponents. She watches the match silently for a time, lips pursed as they rain blows down on one another. Finally, both men exit the field and she shakes her head. "Too bad."

When Saffron returns to her seat, a flush has risen up her cheeks. Her eyes are incredibly bright, shining like sunlit bottled glass. Her fingers curl into the lightweight wool of her skirts, and she shifts about as if trying to get comfortable on her rump once more. "He is showing much better this time, Neddie," she says to the Mallister girl.

Nedra tears her eyes away from the field long enough to say, "You SO must teach me how to whistle like that," to Saffron, a quick glimpse of a grin on her face before she turns back. Again she counts, spotting Kamron first, Keelin, Martyn and back around. And THIS is why women aren't encouraged to drink, other wise they'd be so intoxicated by the point in the contest that they'd be just as bad (in form and word) as the knights on the field!

Ah, but Jarod manages to get off of the field under his own power. Justin relaxes somewhat and huffs a breath softly, "I still owe him a good many drinks ere the tournament concludes. It's good to see Jarod's going to be able to appreciate them." He grins a little before he suddenly looks back to Anais, both brows rising at something she whispers to him, "Really? I hope she's all right?"

There is no hard feelings as Rowenna abandons them for the concern of her beloved; Briallyn herself would have done the same. "Ser Kamron is faring very well, Lady Saffron," she says all too innocently, seeking out Garett within the fray, even as her eyes dart over a few other combatants of notable interest.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Baldwyn with Greatsword but Baldwyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Tommas with Polearm - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield but Dmitry DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Garett with Sword & Shield but Garett DODGES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Saethwyr with Bludgeon & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!

Rowenna chuckles, looking Jarod over with deep affection and more than a touch of worry. "Nothing's as much fun without me," she tells him, smirking. "I know it probably looks worse than it is, but — truth. Anything broken?"

"My confidence in your favors is shattered," Jarod manages to quip, reaching out a beckoning hand to Rowenna. "Come here and check for me." Though, remembering Hugh is there, and they're still in public, he doesn't encourage indepth 'examination.' He chuckles to the squire. "All right and still with some jousting coin left, my borrowed squire. I might have to find some way to repay your good service."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Tommas attacks Kamron with Bludgeon - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saethwyr attacks Martyn with Sword & Shield but Martyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nicodemus attacks Kell with Greatsword - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Martyn attacks Saethwyr with Sword & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Kell attacks Nicodemus with Greatsword - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Keelin attacks Baldwyn with Greatsword - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kamron attacks Tommas with Polearm - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Garett attacks Dmitry with Bludgeon & Shield but Dmitry DODGES!
<COMBAT> Dmitry attacks Garett with Sword & Shield but Garett DODGES!
<COMBAT> Baldwyn attacks Saethwyr with Bludgeon & Shield but Saethwyr DODGES!
<COMBAT> Troll has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Baldwyn has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kamron has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kamron spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Sidestep, dodge a Martyn attack. Swing, clang on Martyn's armor. Saethwyr's attention flicks to Baldwin and he notices the attack coming from that quarter, dodging aside from it as well. Though not a grudge match between himself and Martyn, it's certainly become quite a match indeed. And the dodginess continues!

"Oh, I do, but we don't talk about it." Garett muses with a light chuckle. "Lady Briallyn would have my head. She's the jealous type." And so they dance and jab, dance jab. Even with his bum knee, the Westerling is able to keep up for the most part and give as much as he gets. "Gonna be a long night at this rate." he notes, keeping his shield up.

"She seems to be, at least," Anais murmurs to Justin with a reassuring flicker of a smile. And then she whistles for Dmitry. Because someone should.

Tia looks around, noting Saffron's giddiness, and the continuing fight between Martyn and Saethwyr. They've certainly been showing some stamina, haven't they? Impressive.

Multiple exchanges are made between Kell and his opponent, enough that the Terrick Sworn is forced to disengage for a moment with two steps back 'less he loses his balance or footing and go down. The knight is visibly breathing hard as he tries to tighten his two-handed grip on his longsword, "I'm glad we are using blunted blades, or we'd be drowning in blood right now." Or worse. "No matter what the outcome is, I have no regrets in our little duel here."

"Stand still… will you…" Sounds like Martyn is getting a bit tired now, as Saethwyr manages to dodge everything, it seems. "You can do better, though… Just stand… still!"

Round and round they go. Dmitry's blade snakes out for a strike, but not quite quick enough; and again. Light on his feet, he weaves a neat and pretty dance with Garett, but takes no wham from the bludgeon either. He grins, crooked but sharp. "All my nights are long, Ser."

Kamron paused long enough to allow his huge opponent to get back to his feet, but now he presses his advantage. Another blow from his axe rains down on Tommas, and then some part of the other man's weapon, haft or head, slams into his right hand, causing him to release the axe from that hand. Staggering with his swing interrupted, he has to withdraw a moment, shaking out his injured hand. And then he's taking up the axe in both hands again and wading in once more with his axe swinging and crashing against armor.

Hugh grins and nods, stepping away a little to let Rowenna closer. "I can think of a couple of ways, but one might be to prepare me for the squires' melee, Ser." He looks back at the battle as he hands Jarod something to drink.

"A drink," Nicodemus agrees with a quick smile and a shake of his head to knock the sweat from his eyes as Kell gets his balance back, "is very definitely in order, whoever the victor."

"Now that's a little hasty," Rowenna quips back to Jarod, settling to sit beside him and kiss him softly. It might be just a little get-a-room-y. "Not all my favors are ones you can wear on your wrist."

Justin makes no comment about Dmitry further, himself. He lets the retainer take his empty wine cup and pack it away into the satchel. Justin lifts a hand briefly to his chest and then shifts his position somewhat, trying to get more comfortable. He closes his eyes for a brief time, fatigued, before he says something low to the retainer. The older man gets up, then stiffly, Justin does as well. He turns to Anais, "I … need to retire. Perhaps you'll inform me tomorrow who wins the melee, Anais."

The final attack from Keelin finally forces Lord Baldwyn to kneel, song cut off for a moment, voice and breath stolen by the hit to his neck. He lifts a hand to Keelin, forestalling further attack, saying, voice briefly hoarse, "Peace, good ser. I yield." He rises slowly, bows, and then heads off the feel, whistling, at least, if not quite singing again just yet.

"Of course," Anais nods to Justin, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze. "Rest up. We need you healthy."

If he stood still, then he'd be hit. And where would the fun in that be? Other than to have the colourful bruises that such a thing would bring, alas. But Saethwyr would prefer to avoid bruises as much as possible this time. So far, the gray favour he wears has remained secured on his shield arm, proving that a better job was done in tying it on this time. "We could both stand still on the count of three? Let the other get in a good smack?" he offers, tilting his head faintly to one side.

Jarod kisses Rowenna back. It's all open-mouthed and not proper. But they are…them. There's no public groping, at least. Not in front of the boy. Slinging an arm over Row's shoulder, Jarod does finally take that drink from Hugh. "If this is mead, you're in the running as a world-class squire." He sniffs the liquid before he drinks.

Keelin at least tries to catch Baldwyn's attention. One might think that the attack that Keelin gives should do it, since it does clang against his neck. And apparently it takes Baldwyn out, so Keelin heads back towards Garett who is looking to need a hand. Attack! Or at least stagger over and swing the sword.

"Not all hope is lost." She says while watching the final three upon the field. Cherise raises a hand, shielding her eyes to watch the men blugdeon one another. "Your Ser deserves recognition for his efforts." She tells Danae, glancing to the widow from the corner of her eye.

Continued in Meleeing at Seagard Two