(Yeah, I'll get it started)

There was silence in the Courtyard as King Richard stood and observed what was about to happen, noticing Kira's dissaproving scowl, the sun rose to a height that was at the point where it was like it was shining upon between two warriors.

The Prince, Eric Elodus vs One of the most Loyal Nobles William "Will"  Galvin JR. 

Vxal stood between them and said "This is a full contact sparring duel, the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent or make them surrender. Fatalities will not be tolerated, an will result in immidate execution as ordered by King Richard Elodus the Fourth" 

Eric was silent as Vxal said "Do we understand?" 

Eric nodded as he looked at Will ready for battle. 

Ryker was leading his horse along as he walked with them. "I think it is," he agreed. "I didn't stay long in that town, had already gotten news about the needs of this one."

Amelia sat next to her father, watching the fight grimly. She was still livid with Eric and Kira, but she couldn't do anything about it. She looked at Will, meeting his eyes, and gave him a sympathetic and encouraging smile. "Kick his ass," she mouthed silently, holding up a fist.

Will tightened his grip on his sword, a bit taken aback at Amelia's boldness, but he was relieved to find her on his side. She seemed mad with Eric, he wondered if that was for him, too. It certainly spurred some confidence with him. He nodded in response to Vxal as well, readying his sword and shield.

"Well, that's good news at least." Percival sighed. "This time tomorrow we can finally give our legs a break."

"Mm." Is all Galahad gave in return.

Percival had a realization, and looked to Galahad. "Hey, actually, Galahad. You've been traveling around for a while and fighting, why don't you have a horse?"

"The last two I've gained since the battle ended were both killed during travel. One by starving bandits, one by Elodesians attempting to capture me." Galahad explained.

"Ah, I see." Percival nodded, leaving it at that.

Eric blocked just as fast, a loud clang echoed in the courtyard as Eric pushed Will away with his free hand. Eric slashing the air putting his arm behind his back in silence.

Kira cringed a bit looking at this display. She knew what it was, because she fell for it on the battlefield for a while. Eric exclusively fights with only one arm, it's a demoralizing tactic...to make someone feel that they are inferior to him, even if they aren't. His free hand is used for other things...even adding to the mocking.

“Was the forest left after?” Ryker asked, trying to joke.

Will knew Eric’s technique, had practiced and prepared for it by his father even since Eric became known for the style. As Eric had pushed Will back, Will shoved his shield back against the free hand with enough force to break a finger or two.

"Mostly." Is all Galahad replied with. If this was a joke or not, he didn't make it clear. It probably wasn't, if one had to guess.

Eric side stepped, his movements fluid and arrogant in nature. While at his side, Eric slashed at the back of Will's right leg to get him down on one knee.

Because Will had attacked with his shield, his moment was already moving to the right, and he was able to turn and block easily, shoving Eric away as he slashed at Eric’s left with his sword.

“Everyone?” Ryker asked, impressed. “No one’s bested you?”

"You'd have to knock me unconscious before I could act if you wanted to win." Galahad stated very matter-of-factly.

"He does have a fighting style for all ranges, as far as I've seen." Percival added.

Will's impressive onslaught started to get Vxal's attention as Eric was still on the defensive, keeping his distance, dodging and making sure he was moving out of the way of the attacks. This kid would be a hell of a soldier.

Why wasn’t he fighting back? Will was growing frustrated, but kept his concentration on the spar. He couldn’t lose his focus, or he’d make mistakes. He did not want to tired himself out quickly though, so Will retreated back to the center of the sparring ring to catch his breath and let Eric come to him.

Ryker nodded, impressed. He’d long held a similar score card, though he hadn’t been much challenged since Inora. He did take some pride in that he had regularly beaten Bair in a fight when they trained together, the only person he had never bested was his brother. Roland... and Jenna. He wondered what she looked like now. She would be fifteen now, he thought. Fifteen or sixteen, but much different than the 10 year old he had left behind, no doubt.

"Right, well," Percival wasn't sure what to say next. Between Ryker's melancholy and Galahad's simmering rage and subdued regret, both were clearly not in conversational moods. "I don't have the same stellar record unfortunately, my beginnings were rather rough when it came to using a weapon." Percival finally spoke, choosing not to say sword specifically because that was not the only weapon he had.

Gavin Sr. continued to watch, disappointed that prince Eric was running around rather than providing any sort of a show. He could feel the disappointment of the crowd as Eric backed off and continued to act cocky, despite doing nothing of note yet.