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[indent][sup][color=ab274f]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/IIomrbO.jpg]No cloak[/url]
[color=ab274f]Time:[/color] 10:00 am
[color=ab274f]Location:[/color] The shooting range
[color=ab274f]Mention(s):[/color] [@Helo] Leo, [@princess] Anastasia, [@Rodiak] Zarai, Nahir, and Matthias, [@Potter] Ezra, [@Aerandir] Verrick, [@PapaOso] Cassius, [@Tae] Thea
[/sup][/indent][/cell][/row][/table]When Leo was announced, Wulfric clapped for him politely. He wasn’t inclined to cheer – unlike his sister and Zarai, who were apparently driven by pettiness to encourage that damnable baker – but he fiercely hoped the Varian would win. 

Unfortunately, it was not to be. The two contestants exchanged some words before the match, and though he was so far that not even their facial expressions could be discerned, their body language told him enough. The baker bowed mockingly as he addressed his fellow competitor, and though Leo clearly had a response at the ready, Wulfric noted he was tense and unfocused afterwards. 

The first round, the noble managed to edge ahead of the commoner, but it was far too close for the prince’s liking. Then it all went downhill, ending in a disastrous third round, wherein his friend missed twice. Lord Smithwood took the loss as well as could be, but he was certainly unhappy. [color=ab274f][i]Shouldn’t have let him get to you, Leo.[/i][/color]

It was a shame the Varian man hadn’t won, but far more irritating was the fact that Ezra was advancing. If he dared approach his sister after feeling emboldened by his win…Wulfric narrowed his eyes, but otherwise remained impassive and unmoving while the crowd cheered for the first match’s winner.

This was when some girl came up to them, inviting Anastasia ‘and company’ to Lord Ravenwood’s table. Wulfric did not feel inclined to accept, so merely watched as the group trotted down. At Zarai’s childish action, he gave her a brief, coolly dismissive glance.
 
With the bench thus vacated, he deigned to perch upon the very edge of it. He arranged his sheathed sabre so as to be easily accessible – not because he expected to have to use it, but simply because it was good practice. 

The guards didn’t need further input to know what to do; Graves had standing orders to remain by Anastasia’s side, Blackwell and Reyes each remained at the bottom of their staircases, and McConnell who’d been up top on the opposite side now descended to remain close enough to Anastasia to act if need be yet far enough that his presence remained unobtrusive.

Then, the second match began, and Wulfric observed with interest as Shehzadi Nahir faced against Verrick O’Hare. The latter was the same man who’d passed him by in the entrance hall just half an hour ago. Also, the prince could swear he’d heard that name before…Something to do with windows? He dismissed the strange stray thought, instead enjoying the competition. O’Hare won, and he clapped for him at the Shehzadi’s prompting. It was only because he’d remained in one of the highest rows that he saw the woman join Leo. So, there was indeed some mutual interest there.

Regardless of his sister’s and friend’s claim that the ‘best view’ was down below, he certainly had a very good overview of the general situation where he was. Here and there, he let his gaze slide over to Anastasia, to reassure that she was safe. 

The announcement for the third match carried with it quite the surprise. A man who was likely using a pseudonym was going against…Vael ‘of house Damien’. [color=ab274f][i]My, my. A new player.[/i][/color] He was a decent shot, and though Wulfric did not especially enjoy it, his showmanship was at least as good as his archery. [color=ab274f][i]Welcome to the game,[/i][/color] he thought as he applauded.

The fourth match was an unknown knight, Sir Larsen, versus Thea. The blonde man [i]did[/i] seem like someone he wouldn’t mind seeing from up close– 

[color=ab274f][i]Don’t go there.[/i][/color]

After a stern mental warning, he focused on his friend’s sister. He’d root for the person he was acquainted with, at least, even if he and Thea hadn’t had nearly as many interactions as he and Leo had. [color=ab274f][i]Go on, show your brother how it’s done.[/i][/color]