Thomas smiled as he stepped off his horse, and as he did so, he removed his helmet. Blood had smeared over the top portion of his face, but he couldn't been happier. He was going to be in the finals against the winner of the other bracket group. Thomas handed his helmet to a squire, and tossed his broken lance on the ground. Thomas then raised both of his hands into the air, and cheered. While he was slightly sore, he was also happy to be in the finals. Thomas scanned the stands of the audience, looking for Gareth. Once he found Gareth, he pointed up at the young man, a beaming smile on Thomas' face. Thomas' horse was led away, and his cape that had been blown off his back was brought back to him, which he dutifully clasped back onto himself.