"I absolutely have to win now! I wouldn't want to embarrass you." Percival tied the scarf to his belt and smiled up at Nyx. "And yes, I will fight for your honor even without a favor." He was indeed enjoying this -- he was making his friends smile, and that was good enough for him, regardless of his stud status.

He turned to the fighters out on the list field, who has finished their bout and had taken their helmets off. "Duke Ranulf! Would you allow me to fight your squire, Your Grace?"

"Absolutely, Sir Alun! He could use the practice," the other man laughed.

Percival bent and picked up his helmet, his face alight. "I want to show you what it is we do. It's not like real sword fighting, but it's pretty close. Could you help me with my shield?"