Tournament IC shout-out thread

[ULC]

Gaetan siezes the opportunity and shouts out to Hermant.

"Hermant, a final duel, between you and I, if you will do me the honor?"

[AussieGiant]

Raising his visor, a widely grinning Duke stands around for a moment surveying the debris and mayhem.

"Tactically!?

Did someone say tactically!?

I mean please, can we 'ave someone wiz some real balls win zis damnable tournament?!"

Adjusting his codpiece once more, he then flips down his visor and screams incoherently in French at no one in particular.

[deguerra]

Raoul hears Hermant, but while he is mouthing the word "tactically", he notices that the Dauphin has moved off to the side. Rearing his horse around to charge him anew he yells

"Face me this time!"

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With a glance at his fallen team members, he adds

"Stop dying, you cowards!"

[Ramses II CP]

Raoul hears Hermant, but while he is mouthing the word "tactically", he notices that the Dauphin has moved off to the side. Rearing his horse around to charge him anew he yells

"Face me this time!"

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With a glance at his fallen team members, he adds

"Stop dying, you cowards!"

The Prince nods his assent and roars,

'Look to your lance then, I come!'

[Rowan]

Alphonse lifts his visor, obviously annoyed at the trumpeting heralds signalling the end of tournament

"Surely isn't you who's got the balls, de Rohan!"
"Makes me wonder why you need to adjust your codpiece so much!"
"But then explains you running away from me!"

[AussieGiant]

Picking himself up of the ground were he landed heavily the young Duke is still smiling and clearly invigorated by the melee.

As he removes his helm he looks back at Alphonse as he walks off the field.

"I adjust my codpiece because it is so 'uge, at least zat is w'at ze ladies say Alphonse.

I am sorry you did not gain satisfaction today.

Per'aps next time."

[deguerra]

Raoul unsteadily walks off the field, bleeding in numerous places. After thinking for a bit, he shouts to the assembled nobles:

I fear this tournament was over rather quickly for my liking, and still I have not met the man to best me in combat.

Both Duke Alain and the Dauphin are to be respected as fighters. Each got the better of me at one stage, but neither managed to finish me off.

Thus an open invitation: I will duel whatever nancyboy has the guts to come and face me. As I have nothing to offer to he who does, I offer my services. I've said I'll only fight for a man I respect, and what better way of getting that then beating me in a duel. If anyone wants me, I shall be in the tavern!