A disbelieved shock filled the crowd in a harsh gasp, and Gareth grimaced, winced almost, as if he had been struck himself. That was a painful blow to watch, but Thomas wasn't done yet. The knight still seemed to have some fight in him, and he hadn't lost yet. Gareth prayed in the name of the Essence of Hope that next charge wouldn't so easily take Thomas back, that Thomas would lay an equal or stronger blow on his opponent if his opponent weren't already thrown off. 'Come, Thomas, strike him...' His calculating azure eyes looked down the lane to check on the opponent. He wanted to see Ansell go down, to the dirt, off his horse, he wanted Thomas to claim victory. Thomas could recover from a scratch, he'd seen the scars, and he believed that the next charge would truly reveal the victor.