Garland snapped out of it as best he could when his name was called. He had fought before, but never in a contest or sparring competition. He got up from his seat, grabbing his blunted bastard sword and a shield. He looked over to the audience, seeing his three friends, he waved at them hoping that he could win with them cheering him on.
He took a deep breath, calming himself down, when he fought before, he would always go into a sort of rage fit, relentless attack after attack, but since he joined the knighthood, he's been trying to keep it under control. Though there has been an incident with a fellow squire, a Pycon no less, where he would have been killed if Sera Catherine didn't stop him. Having a very thin, very strong wire wrapped around your neck and then pulling the other fighter in an attempt to fight a losing battle was just plain stupid and dangerous.
He made his way towards the fighting area. He tried to remember how the stance Sera Catherine taught him. Alright... Left leg forward, shield raised to chest level, sword held low with the thumb, middle finger, index finger held on tight while the other two are loose for more maneuverability... He did the things he listed off his head, flexing his fingers to relax his muscles.
He took another deep breath, and then looked forward, waiting for his opponent to join in the ring. His heart was pounding faster than normal, but not by much. There were no hard feelings on the battlefield, it was just business... And a bit of pleasure. He smirked loosening up his limbs and continued to wait.
He took a deep breath, calming himself down, when he fought before, he would always go into a sort of rage fit, relentless attack after attack, but since he joined the knighthood, he's been trying to keep it under control. Though there has been an incident with a fellow squire, a Pycon no less, where he would have been killed if Sera Catherine didn't stop him. Having a very thin, very strong wire wrapped around your neck and then pulling the other fighter in an attempt to fight a losing battle was just plain stupid and dangerous.
He made his way towards the fighting area. He tried to remember how the stance Sera Catherine taught him. Alright... Left leg forward, shield raised to chest level, sword held low with the thumb, middle finger, index finger held on tight while the other two are loose for more maneuverability... He did the things he listed off his head, flexing his fingers to relax his muscles.
He took another deep breath, and then looked forward, waiting for his opponent to join in the ring. His heart was pounding faster than normal, but not by much. There were no hard feelings on the battlefield, it was just business... And a bit of pleasure. He smirked loosening up his limbs and continued to wait.