We can win this," you say as the bittersweet pull of magic courses through your veins. "Fizza, help me get ready."
You tighten Kelton's armor as Fizza sees to Roja's foot. Soon, you're helping your knight back into the saddle as Fizza says, "Good luck."
Before you know it, the flag is lowering, and Kelton is urging Roja into a full gallop. You reach out and try to feel the elements around you.
Just as you see Sir Keita's lance lowering, you try to summon a lightning bolt to flash behind you. But your aim is off. The lightning bolt flashes in the sky in front of you instead. Roja rears up on her hind legs as the thunder crashes and startled birds take flight all around you. Keita needs only to nudge Sir Kelton with his lance, and your knight falls out of his saddle.
"Sixty points to Sir Keita! We have a champion!" the herald cries. The crowd roars.
As Sir Keita approaches the crowd and the royal box to be recognized, Sir Kelton stumbles to his feet and leads Roja back to you. He lifts his visor, and his face is grim. "We tried our best. Help me out of this armor."