[h3][centre]Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Knight Fight[/centre][/h3]

Ywain’s shield shattered as he finally closed the distance, engaging Tristan in a melee. In Ywain’s eyes, certainly, the trade-off was justified. A more arrogant man would have considered his victory assured here, but Tristan was one who could not be fully defined by a simple class container. One with the skill to be considered a Knight of the Round Table could certainly push back against him, despite the disadvantage. 

He made three quick thrusts with his spear - one to Tristan’s arm, to interfere with his next attack, and two to the torso. Two-handed jabs that offered little in the way of defense, but that was unnecessary now. Even so, they weren’t attacks aimed to kill, but rather to disable. In Ywain’s mind, this was a fight towards ‘victory’ rather than death, a true duel between knights.

[@KoL]