Thomas, still shaky and hardly even able to feel his body, was handed his helmet, plopped right into his hand by a squire. He dutifully placed the helmet over his head, and took a new lance that was handed to him. Thomas shook himself for a moment, wondering when he'd be able to feel again, and righted himself. As he put the lance in it's cradle, the trumpets blew, and Thomas was the first off the line this time. Spurned by the hit, and spurned by the desire to repay his debt to the knight he was facing, he charged forward, raising his lance to slam into the upper left part of the knight's torso. Thomas' white cape billowed in the wind behind him, as he charged forward, before flying off his armor, no doubt loosened by the previous hit. Before Thomas thrusted his lance this time, he tilted his body slightly to his right. His hit wouldn't be knocking any man off his horse, but he was much more likely to have the opponent's lance glance of his arm, rather than break on his chest. The first tilt left the match to 1 broken lance to 1 broken lance, but if Thomas could break his lance while preventing his opponent from breaking his own, which would leave the score in Thomas' favor. Not nearly as impressive as unhorsing his opponent, but Thomas didn't win as many tournaments as he did by going for the sweetest victory.