Toss A Coin | Geralt of Rivia X OC | The Witcher FF

"Behold, gallant knights and ladies decorous! Gaze at the host assembled before us! Look upon chivalry's best and most storied! Come from far lands, here to seek glory! Hear now their names as I shout them aloud, savour the titles, of their presence be proud!" The bard started to announce the second contest. Every knight stood in at the starting line for the race with their horses staying behind them.

"Palmerin, the baron of Launfal!
Llinos of Metinna!
Rainfarn of Attre!
Horn Akerspaark of Maech!
Donimir of Troy!
Guy de Bois-Fresnes, in service of the Duchess!
Delwyn of Creigiau!
Count Tailles of Dorndal!
Anséis of Lyria and Rivia, a prince!
Geralt of Rivia!
For Gregoire of Mount Gorgon, let out a roaring cheer! The famed vower of silence, tourney champion from last year! Todays winner of contests, his victory to secure, shall face Sir Gregoire in a challenge severe! Does ignorance demand bad intercede? Does someone need telling how tourneys proceed?"

The bard said with pride and shouted out loud all names of of the knights and then also explained how this contest works. Each must complete a race on their own in a given time. Shooting targets and hitting dummies gives bonus time. The knight who was fastest or better to say: who has the most time left, wins.

"The trouneys protector! The Maid Camille! Her beauty entrances both beasts and men!" He introduced the blonde tourneys patron who also greeted the knights during the first contest. "My hearts greetings, dear knights! May my grace guide you and show you the path of honor, valor and glory. Accept my wishes of good fortune, sir... And devote all your strength to the tourney. And only it. The time has come for you, Sir knight. Mount your steed, swift be your fight." Camille wished all the knights best luck and so did the bard afterwards and then blew the trumpet.

"Before us Geralt, from Rivia come! Fast as the wind, bright as the sun." he said what meant that Geralt would start first in the race. The knights left to the side, so he could start at the line which was also the finishing line. He sat up on Roach and prepared himself as the bard started counting down from five. As soon as the signal to start came he drew his sword and with a fast pace left the arena down the hill where most of the race would go. The first dummy came into sight but he missed it. It was on the left side, which for a right-handed man was hard to hit, especially on a horse. About twenty meters further a target was hanging above the road. Quickly he drew his crossbow with the other hand and rode free handed. He shoot the target with ease what brought bonus time. 

A small stream was, as an extra challenge, the following path in which stood yet another dummy, this time he got it and got few moments of time added to his race. Riding on the path now, a bridge came in sight from which he took his crossbow and shoot the target that was around 10 meters away from him. The sharpshooter he is, he got it. Now dummies and targets would come along the road in lesser distances. Just like that he sliced two dummies and hit another target in 30 metres. Now the path led up the hill again by what one could assume that most of the race was finished and by how many targets and dummies he got his time left to finish the race was the same as he started it - Not in the slightest used. The hill went down again since the Witcher decided to take the second path which could be used since there were more chances of gaining extra time than on the other. Seeing the arena and the finishing line he got another target but missed a dummy and then got in an even quicker pace towards the end. As he reached the finishing line the crowd cheered for him.

"A race of such style, such grace, such speed - to watch was a pleasure, a treat indeed! To honour our entrants, praise each fair knight, we shall feast from even till dawns first light! The finest of wine and food  shall be served, if you've blood in your veins, come collect what's deserved!" the bard said loud and Geralt got down from Roach. Since he finished the race with almost as much time left as he started, you could assume he never started the race, he got his reward. "I congratulate you. Here, your prize. A saddle adorned with your crest." Camille said and nodded towards the saddle being held by two other men. Just like his crossbow he received from the first battle it had the colors of Rivia on it.

Geralt left to the side for the other knights to have their race. Evelyn was standing there as well to get to Geralt as soon as he finished the race. Other knights tried to flirt with her but as soon as they saw her eyes and then the two swords on her back, they backed off, only Anséis didn't. He was her brother after all and wanted to talk to his dear sister as he truly looked up to her and admired her. Something that not all bigger sisters enjoy in this time. 

She apologized to her brother for giving now someone else the attention as Geralt arrived at her side. "You did great!" she exclaimed and put one of her hands at her hips. Geralt nodded and smirked slightly. "How could I not, I swore on the love of my lady." He bowed before her with his upper body bent down slightly. Evelyn rolled her eyes and hit his shoulder which she could now with ease because now it was on her height that Geralt had bent down. "I know, I know." she answered with a small smile. "And who might that be?" Anséis asked with a raised brow. "Who would love a Witcher?" he provoked with a smug grin and received a stern look from Evelyn. "You are an exception, my dear sister." he apologized with both his hands up. "Well, another Witcher would love him." She told him and he snorted. "I thought Witchers don't fell anything." Evelyn shook her head annoyed. "We do, sometimes even more than humans do."

It was Anséis turn for the race so he had to go but still did not got the hints his sisters dropped for him, what meant he still didn't realized his sister and Geralt were a couple. Then he must learn it the hard way.