The second round of the tournament had been a good one. When Pirate's Swoop and Dunlath had ridden out onto the field decked out in full armour, the former had been a tad nervous. Staring at his opponent from across the lane, the man was quite a bit larger than Senz, and probably had a hell of a lot more power, too. Despite that Senz had accepted his lance in his right hand, reins in the left, and had prepared to begin the joust, visor down, heat quickly accumulating within his helmet. Breathing heavily, the flag came down and the two men charged towards one another. Senz hefted his lance and prepared for the first strike.

Both lances collided, and both men twisted their bodies in order to recover from the assault. Trotting towards the end of the field, the process was repeated several more times, each man clearly determined to come out of the this particular round victorious. Lance blows were landed on the chest mostly, although Dunlath did take one to his abdomen. For a moment he hunched over his horse's neck as there was an audible groaning. The crowd surrounding them gasped. When he was able to straighten, they cheered, screaming at the top of their lungs. Once again the round commenced, each man staring down his opponent as their sturdy warhorses thundered forward. Lances collided with bodies for the last time in the fifth and final attempt.

Dunlath had aimed for Senz's shoulder - as all knights had been taught that if you wanted to win a round fast, the easiest way was to dismount your opponent, and the best way to do that was to aim for the shoulders - but he had not aimed properly. Perhaps it was because the sun was partially in his eyes, perhaps because the sweat was pouring down his face from his forehead and had blinded him. Whatever the case, his mark was just shy, slamming into the left side of Senz's chest. Senz, on the other hand, had either been handed a stroke of luck, or he wasn't nearly as dazed as he was feeling. Either way, the tip of his lance struck his adversary's shoulder. For a moment it seemed like the large man wouldn't tumble from his saddle, much to Senz's dismay. Then, with relief, Senz watched as the man lost his balance, toppling backwards onto the dusty ground. Pulling his helmet off, the victorious knight exhaled deeply. He didn't think he could do another gruelling round - five had certainly been enough.

Amdist the cheers he heard the announcer's voice: "Pirate's Swoop defeats Dunlath and moves onto the third round! Congratulations!"