And yet Strange silently took his sword to cross it with his opponent's two swords one minute later on the signal to start the fight. The king of the Riverlands skillfully managed his cloak, deftly confusing his opponent, preventing him from catching himself for at least one blow. Wilson, like his opponent, was terribly calm, unlike the southern king, he wasn't angry when he couldn't do something, but rather analyzed it - and eventually one of the moments of fake encounter with King Stephen picked up a cord holding his cloak, easily cutting it with a razor-sharp blade. The cloak was on the ground, and the next moment King Wade was already standing behind Strange, crossing his swords right under his chin.
- Worthy, - the river king smiled a little.
- Sly, - Wilson said as a compliment to Wilson, dropping his swords.
River and fire kings were the first to bow their heads after the fight. Leaving the arena, King Stephen picked up his cloak, the only unfortunate moment for him was that Wilson can win two trials in a row, and this greatly undermined the chances of all others.
The new opponent of the King of the Fierylands was Prince Jamie, who, on his way to the battlefield, easily threw his sword from one hand to another, as if playing with it. He was waiting for this moment. He wanted to fight Wilson, he wanted it more than any other player in the tournament. But no... There was another man - and the battle with him was waiting for Frasier if he came out the winner here.
And he went out, demonstrating an extraordinary level of swordplay, depriving the fiery king first one sword, and then the second. Prince Jamie moved quickly and elusively without any raincoat, and his blows, aimed exclusively at the opponent's weaponry, were as strong as a lion's blows, and could hardly compete with him - especially since he had already fought two battles. As a result, King Wade, like King James, could not win the third victory in a row.
Prince Eric took his sword in peace, appearing in the arena before Prince Charles pulled the last coin out of the bag. When he saw the two princes in the arena, the heir to the Central Lands was noticeably pale, because both opponents looked as if they were ready to kill their opponent, not just disarm.
They converged in the center of the arena - and it was the longest fight of all the previous ones, the ringing of crossed swords spread throughout the ristalisch, then one, then the other prince's clothes diverged from the next cut, they both became more and more mad during the battle, losing concentration and vigilance, succumbing to emotions. Finally, the Ephesus came together, because the opponents were practically facing each other - at a distance of breath, and at that moment the power played its role.
- Prince Jamie pushed the northerner away, and he lost his balance in the sand, which Frasier immediately used to step on his sword. The look of the Prince of the North's mountaineer gave him the opportunity to flash and burn to the ground, but the prince only smiled back.
He turned to the king's bed, ready to celebrate the victory, but stopped watching what was happening. The king of the Central Lands just waved his hands ridiculously, catching the air.
As soon as Prince Eric was in the sand, Charles seemed to have come out of his numbness and realized that it was time. He took off the crown in one movement, leaving it on the flat surface of a wide lodge barrier, and jumped over the obstacle as he pulled his sword - a gift from the mountaineer - out of the sheath.
- You won the second test, - he bowed his head, stopping near Fraser. - Almost. Would you like to fight me?
Prince Jamie smiled, thinking it was a joke, but no - young Xavier was quite serious. Then the mountaineer smiled almost nervously, looking back, hoping that someone would intervene. He looked at the prince opposite and couldn't understand how the fragile young man was going to fight him. This is suicide... And we should refuse, but - if they say that he was chickened out?
Anger over such a suspicion made Frasier's blood heat up again, and in the end, he would have half his strength to disarm the boy he was in love with, but he suddenly decided to make a fool of him.
- It's an honor, - Prince Jamie squinting at the edge of his eye, watching Prince Eric reluctantly leave the arena, intrigued by Prize's behavior.