>Day jousting in Funtastia.
>Cedric wanted some practice in order to try out for the jousting team.
>"You can't be a knight and not know how to joust!" he would say.
>You were obligated to help him after he bribed you with some burritos.
>Can't say no to a good burrito, now can you?
>Cedric had gotten his gear on and was waiting at the far end of the field.
>"You ready?" he called.
>You were just finishing stuffing your last burrito in your face.
>With a full mouth, you give him a thumbs up.
>"Go!" shouts Cedric as he starts running down the field.
>You were licking your fingers as he was closing in.
>Unlike Cedric who was decked out in armor with a shield and lance strapped to him, you opted for just the shield and lance because filly armor didn't fit.
>Wiping your hands on your pants, you start a slow jog towards Cedric.
>As you meet, your opponent shouts and goes to jab your shield with his lance.
>Unfortunately for him, you have an entire arm's reach over him as you thrust your lance hard into his shield.
>Cedric's breath leaves him as he tumbles over and lands in a heap.
>Victorious, you cross the line and prop one foot up on his body.
"Uraaa!!!" you shout into the sky.
>Your defeated opponent kicks his legs about and rocks his body, but can't get up.
>"Uh... Little help here?" he asks.
"Sure thing, bud."
>You drop your gear and extend a hand.
>Grasping his hoof, you yank him up so that he may stand on his own.
>"Thanks," he says before removing his helmet and setting it on the ground. "Dang it. I was sure I had you that time."
"Maybe you should find someone of equal skill to practice against?" you suggest. "Or build?"
>"Yeah, maybe. It would help if this armor wasn't so bulky."
"At least you're not dead," you say with a shrug.
>From outside the field, you hear a voice call for you and Cedric.
>Looking back, you spot Willow waving to you.
>"Hey guys! Cafeteria's serving up dinner!" called Will. "They got corndogs!"
"Aw hells yeah!"
>You leave your gear on the ground as you start off towards Will.
>"Hey wait! Anon, help me put this stuff back!" said Cedric as he scrambles to pick up his helmet.
>In his mild panic, he trips and falls over again.
"Yo, do me a solid and put that stuff away for me?" you ask.
>Cedric kicks around, trying to get back up.
"I can't! Corndogs!" you call back, jogging away from him.