Jezin and Sophia arrived just in time to see the end of the last joust. Jezin smiled. It seemed Thomas was doing quite well in the joust. An announcer's voice rang out over the field. It seemed the first melee match would begin soon. Jezin wondered if he would fight so soon. He was ready. No matter who he faced he felt he could pull out a victory. As long as he had the support of his country and his princess he was untouchable as far as he was concerned. Sofia gave Jezin one last nod as she made her way to the stands. She noticed Gareth, the young man she had met at the feast, and took a seat next to him. "Hello there, Gareth, wasn't it? I hope I haven't missed to much of the tournament." She smiled brightly. Truthfully, she was still worried about the fighting.