Sir Roderick lowered his visor as the two of them came into ready, and waited for the signal. The king sat in repose atop the stands, surrounded by his guards and a few choice guests. From where he sat, he couldn't make out the man's face, but he saw him motion to one of the men around him. The trumpeters sounded, a loud shrill blast that signaled the beginning of their tilt. At the sound, he spurred his horse onward, lowering his lance into ready and cradling his shield what little he could in his stiff plate. He had been in few jousts before, and the man before him looked like a force to be reckoned with, but he planned on showing his best for the crowd. Doubt remained in the back of his mind however, his week hadn't been the best and there had been no indication of that luck changing any time soon. He continued to charge at the other, unshielded knight, poising his lance to strike the man's chest.