Thomas had hit true, and hard, enough to knock his opponent to the side of his saddle. As Thomas managed on down the runway, he did not look back at his opponent, as it wasn't honorable to watch your opponent fail, but once he heard the trumpets, he knew what had happened. He smiled to himself, under his helmet, and turned to look back at the dejected and defeated Roderick leaving the field, squires and horse in tow. As he made his way to the end of his lane, Thomas handed his broken lance to his squire, and raised his fist up in the arm, to signify his victory. As he stay saddled at the end of the lane, he awaited the next opponent he was to face. If he won his next match, he'd make it to the finals. Then, the next group of the bracket would start, and whoever won that group would face Thomas in the finals. Thomas was brought another lance, and he cradled it in his arms as he awaited his next foe.