A woman's bravery

Tourney day 4

~Valerie's POV~

   I'll admit that I definitely slept in the next day, by a lot. It was after lunch when I finally rolled outta bed, literally of course. Seems my true luck has decided to return to me. Grunting as my boobs hit the hard floor I barely stop my head from doing the same. Cringing at the bright sun in my eyes I stand up and groan while stretching. My back pops loudly and a satisfied moan follows, that felt good.

  I walked to the window and peered out, easily being able to see the arena from here. There were two days left in the tourney, or more like one and a half. Today we fight for top four. And Lady Luck must for once be on my side, because I was not placed against any one of the remaining Knights of Camelot today. The ones who do remain were: sir Elyan, sir Lancelot, sir Leon, and sir Gwaine, sir Percival would have been in there too but he cannot fight with the way he is now.

  Focusing back on the arena I watch as sir Lancelot finally gets the best of sir Leon, sending him into the dirt with a sword pointed at his chest. Sir Lancelot was declared the winner and he and sir Leon both laughed as they left the arena together. Watching sir Elyan and sir Gwaine enter the arena I drift away from the window and start getting dressed. I had found, slash stolen a pair of new clothing since mine were kinda fucked up.

  I found a dark pair of trousers and a maroon colored tunic. A Knight had at some point in time returned my black cloak to me so I clipped that on as well. Strapping my swords around my waist I pull on my boots and grab my helmet before leaving my chambers. The castle was practically empty by now, everyone wanting to watch the tourney. The minute I stepped outside I cringed and shielded my face from the sun. Having blue eyes sometimes sucked, the sun really hurts.

  With watery eyes I finally make it to the arena. Just in time in fact to see sir Gwaine flip sir Elyan's sword from his hand and into his own. With both swords in sir Gwaines hands sir Elyan was quickly defeated, landing on his ass.

"The winner is sir Gwiane!" Cheers erupted loudly from the stands and sir Gwaine helped sir Elyan from the ground. They exited the arena together and walked in front of me. Completely unaware they continue forward and I enter the arena for my fight.

"Valor! Against! Wrecker!" Even louder the crowd screams as the announcer waves his hand. Wrecker was a large middle aged man, he had a pretty good stance and a solid grip on his sword as he unsheathed it. I stay light on my feet as we circle each other. Quickly the man sprints forward, and meeting him in the middle we trade blows back and forth. Swinging our swords hard and fast, not giving an inch to the other. This man was surprisingly good. Ducking under a dangerous swing I push forward and tackle him. We wrestle on the ground, him managing to come out on top. Wrecker reaches for my helmet and I send a leg into his groin. Groaning he falls to the side and I jump up, grabbing the nearest sword and turning back around.

  He finished getting back up by the time I threw myself at him, barely managing to dodge a damaging blow. I hear the man grunt as his own sword in my hands grazes his shoulder. Spinning around quickly I am once again swinging at the man, this time however he meets me with one of my own swords. He uses only his right hand as I had out of commissioned the left. Easily enough I got the advantage, knocking my sword from his hand I jab at him, causing him to fall back on his back to dodge. Standing above him, I hold his own sword to his neck.

"Valor takes another win!!" Stabbing the man's sword into the sand beside him I offer a hand up. Glaring the man slaps my hand away and stands, grabbing his sword he roughly sheathes it and shoulder checks me on the way out. Chuckling I gather my swords and gently clean them on my trousers while leaving the arena.