The crowd watched in astonishment as we fought for hours, neither showing sign of exhaustion or surrender. We seemed like two forces of nature unstoppable and relentless. We were both admired and feared by many who saw us. Finally, after one particularly brutal exchange, for proof I still have a scar from.. we both fell from our horses, wounded but still alive. We crawled toward each other determined to finish what we started. We raised our swords..... But unfortunately for Sir Lancelot I had won. But I lifted Sir Lancelot up on my shoulders and carried him to the royal pavilion where I was greeted with cheers and applause....I do not know how someone could be so happy..