It's a draw

You charge the scoundrel, but he parries your swing. He thrusts his sword at an exposed joint in your armor, but you turn enough for it to glance off a well protected area.

The two of you exchange blows for several minutes, never quite doing any damage. It's almost as if some mischievous **** created him to be your perfect opponent. You back off for a moment and he takes the chance to catch his breath along with you. Then you both glance at the beautiful Princess Miranda's deep, dark eyes and charge at each other with renewed vigor.

Roland's men cheer him. Thoughts of royal honor push you onward. Yet the fight continues. It's hard not to respect a fighter who is as skilled as you. Soon you're both sweating and panting.

"Stop it, you guys!" yells Princess Miranda. She puts a delicate hand over her mouth and giggles. "I mean... Hark! Stop, I say unto thee guys!"

The Princess runs into the ring, her pink dress flowing and her huge breasts heaving. "Thou hast both proven to hold incredible skill upon the field of battle. It made my heart flutter-eth to see such manly battle on mine behalf. Seriously, that was really fucking hot! I mean... it hast become clear that the two of you are far too evenly match at combat. We must needs pick another field of competition to decide this."

You struggle to catch your breath. "But what, my lady?"

Princess Miranda smiles. She reaches up and pulls your helmet off your head. Then she pulls you closer to the dastardly, yet skillful Roland. She wraps and arm around each of your shoulders, pulling both of you in tight against her exquisite body. "The field of battle shall be... me!"

Roland's head rolls back with his thunderous laughter. "So, we shall both have at your royal person and see who is the better man?"

"Un huh!" says the Princess, almost vibrating with glee.

"Sounds delightful!" says the forest thief. "What say you, worthy knight? Care to find out which of us is truly more skilled with our swords?"