Redeem your Honor

Her moral superiority complex because of the higher power she supports means nothing here, in a contest solely for the attention and entertainment of noble lords. That she won once doesn't mean she'll win again. You're committed to taking that smile right off that face, and maybe more than that, if you get lucky.

You check your armor quickly for any serious deformities and find none. Returning to your horse, you pick up your lance again and steel yourself for another round. Your opponent has opted to not wear her helmet, either out of blind faith or pure arrogance. Aiming for her head would kill her, and you're certainly not that vindictive, but you hope to put a bit of fear in her.

The horn goes off, to begin the next round, and both sides begin their charge. You restrain your gray horse Abigail from a full gallop to favor a precise blow. Your plan works as intended, the paladin's strike merely glances off your shoulder, while yours lands dead center of her body, nearly at her neck. The **** is enough to take her off her horse, falling on her back cold, similar to you had been just a moments prior.

One of the field attendants checks on her, to find that she is still alive and breathing, but ****. With the help of several hands, she is lifted up and taken off to a nearby tent. You are declared the winner of this round, and this duel, although the applause in your celebration is measured at best. Many see this as bad sportsmanship, or a lucky break, and while that wasn't your intent, you can see their view, and you begin to fill with guilt. Leaving the field and dismounting your horse, you try to make your way to the medical tent, but it appears that there's someone waiting for you. Another person of faith, a Cleric.