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Dragon Age: Rising

Robert heard the sparring from his study, while he was assessing tax code for pig and apple farmers, and decided to investigate.
 
Felros - shield and blade in hands - began his duel with two of his knights,each one had done this a thousand times before, and if they tried to they could easily beat Felros, as he may be the best singular fighter, but his knights were indescribably skilled, two at once would be too much for even Maric, Felros was sure, instead, they followed a routine, with intervals of light-to-heavy sparring, in order to give Felros a slightly easier time.
 
Robert oversaw the sparring from his door, noting how they moved and the strength and finesse of their blows. He was most impressed by the stature of these knights. and wished that he had a few of these soldiers of his own.
 
Felros, after parring for a few more minutes, was finally defeated by the combined forces,and he exchanged handshakes with his men,as they laughed along at a jest one had directed at Felros, whilst the Bann himself jested right back,causing them to all bellow out in laughter. With the spar over, two of his other guards took position to duel.Finally noticing the Bann above, Felros waved up, and wondered if Robert wanted to spar.


(Felros has 8 of these awesome guards xD )
 
Robert nodded back and said "Quite a set of skills you and your men have there. Years of war and practice, I would assume?"


(Damn son! Robert is duly jealous!)
 
Felros nodded in return,"Aye, the moment I became a Hedge Knight I've had these men - my brothers - fighting by my side,I'd have it no other way." He answered, proud of his men, as they nodded and smiled at the compliment.


(Advantage of not being born a noble... And working your way up xD )
 
Robert nodded in acknowledgement and starting making his way down the staircase "Mind if I try a match?"


(Advantage of being born a noble, you get the best teachers. And you can always hire a dozen hedge knights. xD )
 
Felros smiled excitedly,"We'd be honoured to have you spar!" Felros stood once more, holding his shield and sword.


(Sure, hedge knights a Bann can hire are pretty meh, Felros's group was hired by the King. xD


And, uhmm is Robert even wearing armor?)
 
Robert laughed lightly and moved to the armor stands, one of his squires coming to help him put his armor on.


"This is gonna be fun" Robert said, laughing.
 
Felros twirled the swordin is right hand, whilst subconsciously alternating between different offensive, and defensive stances. "I wish you look my friend, you'll need it." Felros said confidently, shooting a jestful wink at Robert, as the men readied for battle.
 
"A little of both, but bravado well-placed, I assure you." Felros said, waiting for Robert to finish with equipping his armor.
 
Robert laughed and nodded acceptingly "Most likely" Robert smiled as his squire handed him his sword and shield and he stepped into the "ring" to begin the duel.
 
Felros took up a balanced stance, his eyes no longer friendly,but instead calculating, studying his friend for weaknesses, the competitive side of Felros rearing its vicious head, slowly moving forward, shield raised - to signify the fight had started - Felros circled slightly,and prepared to make an offensive strike.
 
Robert kept an illusionary smile on his face, and moved as though he was completely unskilled in the arts of war, his blade at his side, his shield barely raised. He looked like a child playing at war.
 
Felros raised an eyebrow, he was overconfident, but not stupid, it had to be an act... Robert seemed like a fighter, this didn't seem very skillful it seemed rather suspicious, instead of rushing in like planned, Felros lunged out for a pointed strike, but feigned it and pulled back at the last minute, studying Robert's reaction to the fake attack.
 
Robert jumped away at the last moment, doing his best to make it look like he was getting lucky. Then turned to his opponent and laughed a cautious laugh and said "Getting close there"
 
Felros smirked, and was now bordering on suspicion and disappointment, but he threw caution to the wind, and decided if Robert was a skilled warrior, he would hold his own, if he was not, the fight would be over within the next few seconds. Hedashed forward, his shield defensively raised, and swinging his sword towards Roert's helmet.
 
Robert quickly tensed into a defensive formation. His shield bashed Felros' sword from his hand as his sword swept behind Felros' shield and was soon against his throat.
 
((What? That's hardly fair, I don't approve of that kind of Godmodding :/ ))
 
(Too much? Let me tone it back, in that case)


 
Robert quickly tensed into a defensive position, his shield raised and blocked Felros' attack, with his sword moving to attack his opponent's side.
 
Felros's strike hits the shield with a clang, and he studied Robert's now more skilled demeanor, but instead of blocking the the other Bann's attack with his own shield, Felros moved into the blade, so it would clang against his shoulder armor, before he used his shield to bash Robert in the chest.


((Keep in mind, that if this is true to our short biographies, Felros is in fact the better warrior))
 
Robert stumbled back and regained his footing, he looked back to Felros and smiled and started pacing in a circle around him.


(Much better. xD )
 
Felros re-entered his fighting stance, smiling in turn at the other man, he was better than average at least, but how would he do under pressure? Felros dashed forward a second time, but this time releasing a flurry of different angled strikes, offering no room for counter attack.
 
Robert did all he could against the enemy strikes, blocking most of them. Then he got Felros' blade and his locked in a strike together, and bashed him back with his shield and rushed in on him, swinging quickly, with all the strength he could muster.
 

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