Tᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ Eᴠᴇɴᴛs 2-4/5:
Hᴀᴍᴍᴇʀ Tᴏssɪɴɢ, Aʀᴄʜᴇʀʏ, Jᴏᴜsᴛɪɴɢ
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Next came archery. A crowd favorite as everyone had three chances to hit the target, and the rush of where the arrow were to hit next caused gasps and words of encouragement from the competitors and crowd alike. Madeline leaned back in her chair, to be honest the tournament wasn't exciting as her family had made it out to. She wondered where her father had wandered off to, his appearance at these type of events of the utmost importance.
"Do you think father has gotten hurt?" Madeline asked her mother, quietly as not to alarm anyone around her.
"He's probably found something to sip on and someone to talk their ear off" Margaret replied, placing her hand on her daughter's knee. She gave a gentle squeeze,
"Don't worry about him, here, watch your future husband for you, and only you." she encouraged, removing her hand and placing it back into her own lap. Madeline let out a sigh as the results for the next two men came in and their flags rolled out and revealed themselves.
As four smart, strong, and determined men stood in front of the crowd; their horses mounted and decorated to display their houses. The announcer of the event had them trot around a few times to show their adornments. Jousting was the ultimate display, and because of the danger involved the crowd went wild. Women in the front row offered tokens of luck to the men as they trotted by. Each man would have the best of three to hit their in the chest of their armor, however if the man was knocked completely off his horse or were killed the other man would get an automatic win. Soon it began, as each man charged at one another at top speed, their horses unafraid as their hearts raced inside their majestic beast bodies.
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