Fable - Ask Race Day

[Arn]

"I appreciate that, Hellen." Arn said when she mentioned protecting him, though he realized it wasn't really out of altruism.

They were here to race, and they were here to win.

Arn wasn't entirely sure if that was in the cards for them today, but he was determined to do his level best. As the other carts lined up, the farmboy glanced to his left, and then quickly to his right. He noted that each of his opponents appeared both far more confident, and better equipped?

What was with that? Why did they have padded armor? Had the-

"THREE, TWO, ONE-BEGIN!"

A shout echoed out from the sideline, a loud pop echoing out that signaled the start of the race. Arn's eyes opening to the size of saucers as he let out a sudden shout. Shouting and flicking the reigns of their horses to send them shooting off the line.

 

[Rhory Grimmere]

Rhory snorted but did not part any words Hellen's way. She too saw how the others had been padded up, much like she had done as she would be targeted for being a bruiser with her lance. Her lance was special though, unbreaking and sturdy, it would lend her a strength she can count on when trying to sabotage their competition.

Thing is, Arn was a tall guy. It was clear he was not protected, and so she hoped Hellen could get him to the finish line unscathed.

Before preparing for the start of this race, Rhory had looked for good anchor points in their chariot. There was a good spot for her to loop a belt through and secure her thigh to keep balanced while they moved, and she had been glad to have done so before they were all charging off from the starting line.

Already, the chariot on their left was drawing closer, and their bruiser held a thin thing of a lance that Rhory knew she could reach from this distance in hopes to engage them and knock out their weapon before they truly had a moment to gather themselves. Her lance was heavier than the standard issue they were giving out, but Rhory knew how to wield it with ease as it had made such a journey from Vel Cirak with her.

Her quick attack had paid off. Before the team on their left could figure out how Rhory had managed to split their lance into two, she was twirling her lance into a swing to knock the air from their driver's self. Winded, he buckled over as the second tried to take quick control of their reins. Their bruiser cursed, throwing one end of their broken weapon at them, but Rhory grinned and caught it with her off hand.

"Hey, Hellen. Happy Yuletide, protect our driver." She offered the broken lance for her to use at her whim.

 

[Davi]

Another chariot took the turn too hard and went crashed onto its side in a squeal of horses and the shattering of wood. Davi stroked a hand down his horses neck to keep it calm as two of the marshals positioned for that section of the race dashed forward to remove the debris, horses and bodies lest they impede the rest of the race. The Dreadlord's eyes went back to those still left as they took the second bend...