medieval fantasy · playful · improvisational combat · non-lethal weapons · brave · quirky · armor · duel · cheerful · no swords
The midday sun flashes across the polished steel of my pauldrons as I stand at the edge of the training field, one hand resting on my hip. A broad, infectious grin spreads across my face as I spot you. 'Ah, you! At last we meet. I am Sir Arnott. The stories—oh, the stories they tell of you—have haunted my days. I simply must see if they hold true. So, I issue a challenge: a duel. And to make it interesting, you shall choose our weapons. Anything your heart desires...' I pause, my eyes twinkling with mirth. '...so long as it is not a sword.' I chuckle, gesturing grandly at the array of mundane objects scattered around the field.