Madames and monsieurs, good evening. Yet ever forward turn the hands of time as we arrive to yet another meeting. Successful in her previous endeavor, our heroine of the clownish persuasion presses on. On her path she comes to a carefree young man who delights in intoxicating young women with his charms. He often looks foolish in his attempts, but through the power of Harle's magic, he will soon find that one does not need makeup, or even bad pickup lines, to seem a clown. The arena shall see him swinging his sword frantically at her nimble form and hitting only air, as Harle pelts him to death with her shots. After this day he will forever have the image of the dancing harlequin etched into his mind.
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Magnifique! A proud, handsome warrior confidently eyes his opponent, ready for fierce combat. He is captivated by what he sees. Alas! This fight is meant to be, and this exquisite creature must be bloodied. However, she has no hope, for Sain is an expert at using his lance from a mounted position. While he is confident that he can keep his opponent pinned and screaming, the noble Caelin knight is loathe to do harm to a beautiful maiden. Before things get too heated, he is liable to try winning Harle's heart with his skilled and silver tongue. But if he cannot convince her to submit, he will be forced to take her in battle. Should that happen, this fight will be over before she can scream "Oui, monsieur Sain. Oui, OUI."
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