Blue eyes were fixed on the current joust, and they calculated the moves of the competitors to the best of the eye's ability. Thomas's form was excellent and beautiful, and the opponent's grip and defense were lacking and weak. Harker proudly watched Thomas land a blow strong enough to dismount the other knight, and trumpets blared to acknowledge Thomas's win. A sure victory came to the knight he chose to champion for the tournament, and Gareth came to his feet with fervorous clapping and cheering while the crowd behind him whooped with equal strength. This victory early on would set the standard for the rest of Thomas's charges for the day, quite possibly setting him up to make it into the final tiers. If he could, he would have ran out onto the field himself to hug the man, but it was far too early for premature celebration and not to mention out of proper public conduct. He would enjoy the first win, but a victory over the entire tournament would be a feat worth more cherishing. Gareth looked at Thomas with such joy in his face from the stands, and he silently hoped the next opponent would be defeated just as easily.