You, so you can explain all Alis drama and his wife dying and him going to the tournament and shit

- le planning gift -))

It'd been a long week. A long month. And longer year. At some point Ali had forgotten about Kitty for the most part. He hadn't been jousting at all since that night. Now the Three Jousts were going again, it was in Paris now. He had missed the Spanish Joust but what better than a French one. He had only watched once he got married. Buuut what better to do a couple months after becoming a widower than to cope by getting the shit beat out of you with sticks?

He and Crow stood ready, he'd completely avoided the barn and just showed up out of the blue prepared. Who knew it was easy to find barns elsewhere. There was already a line of knights. He kept his eyes forward, he wasn't really hoping to see her, nor was this a very good idea for the first thing to do after a year or so of doing no Jousting whatsoever. But alas, here he was.

It had taken a while, but eventually, as all wounds do, her little soreness over Ali faded into the back of her mind. Mostly. She had been having a rather good year of jousting, and her revord was about 3 tournaments in a row at the moment, including the major Spanish Joust. She basically owned the arena, or Kaden did, at least. She walked into the arena just on time, adjusting her helmet grumpily. It had been dented at her last tournament, and she hadn't had the time to get it fixed. Grimm was being a bit spicy today, acting up wherever he could. After a while of patting him, he calmed and the tournament began. They started by leading out knights of notable status, and predicted winners. Kitty, of course, was one of them. Since Grimm didn't seem to be feeling a performance today, she dipped the crowd a curt nod before going back to her side and waiting boredly for her turn. She watched the jousters boredly, looking a bit tired.

I'm too lazy to type out all the rounds))

Ali was surprised- though really he had no reason to be surprised that she was here. He watched her perform, she'd gotten better and better. He felt so rusty, he wasn't sure if he would even win any- til he actually won a couple. He had a feeling she would be watching him too. He didn't know if he really actually wanted to see her. He'd mostly been there for the jousting. He was quite hopeful that he wouldn't be picked to joust her in the third round but as they neared being the last two his hope was fading fast.

should he hit her like ever?))

Hehe if you want him to))

Kitty damn near fell off Grimm when she heard 'Felix Rider' announced. She watched him joust in astonishment, promptly shutting her mouth and making a rather bitchy face under her helmet. Despite the fact that they had parted on... more peaceful than aggresive terms, Kitty wasn't in the mood for peace. Especially after a year to stew in her own anger. She glared at the announcer as, inevitably, they were shunted against each other in the final round. She snatched up a heavy lance without even a glance at her squires, staring down the straight at him angrily. As the flag fell, she let Grimm burst out at a sprint. Originally, her idea had been to knock him off immiediately, but... her aim was... a bit low. The heavy lance shattered after hitting a very... sensitive place of his, and she couldnt make herself feel bad. She ended up scoffing and tossing the end of her lance down, grabbing a light one.

Ali was quite shocked by the first lance. Clearly the feeling of not wanting to see each other was a bit mutual. He slid slightly off from the center of the saddle, dropping the lance to save his giblets. He repositioned, taking a deep breath. He felt as though he needed to check if he was all there still even though she'd missed and hit his thigh. He was so so glad that he had saddle armor right then. He turned around, grabbing a medium lance and turning around. Crow shot forward as the flag dropped, this time he felt determined not to miss. He didn't, he broke the medium lance on her chest, but she got his face. He could tell that there was a slight dent as soon as he fell slightly back. He let go of the reins to make sure the helmet was there still. This time it was more of the recoil that hurt. His poor neck. He turned around with a heavy lance.

HIS GIBLETS- PEHAHAAA))

She let Grimm shoot off down the straight, shaking herself off after the lance shattered on her chest. She quickly turned when they reached the end of the straight, throwing the end of lance into the ground so hard it sunk in a stuck upright. She snatched up a heavy lance, and readjusted. As soon as the flag fell, she sprinted Grimm on down the straight, slamming her lance hard into his shoulder, the goal to overbalance him. The thought had occured to her that maybe, just maybe, she was being rather harsh on him. And then she thought about his wife and the fact that she had been almost cheated on with... her. And then, she didn't feel so bad at all. She dropped the end of her lance again, glaring at Ali's form.

It is my FAVORITE WORD FOR THIS CONTEXT))

And to the floor he went. He missed her with his lance, it hit the floor before he did- and was quickly overwhelmed by the force of one shoulder. That- for one- did NOT feel pleasant. He huffed with the sudden pain in the moment, one foot out the stirrup, and then the other didn't get out as quickly as he'd have liked, getting dragged a few yards before Crow slowed down enough for him to wiggle his foot loose. He groaned, all of the armor could not save him from hitting the ground as hard as he did. He winced, breathing was hard in the armor, he felt like he was suffocating. It took him a moment but he rolled over and managed to get up. He didn't look at Kitty. Crow was being held by a young man a few feet away. He, took the reins, through panting thanked him and got on. He didn't look like he was doing that well, trotting toward the barn, he was pulling outward on the chestplate. Something had gotten caught on a separate piece of armor and was compressing his chest now. The barn a resort to being the closest place he could tie Crow and take off his armor.

Kitty bit her lip. It was wrong to go after him. It was wrong NOT to go after him. What a dilemma. She blatantly ignored the announcer as he tried to get her to come to the middle of the arena to accept victory or whatever. She walked Grimm straight to the barn without a glance back, leaping off silently when she got there and tying Grimm lightly next to Crow. She walked up to Ali without a word, noticing that he was struggling with his chestplate. She swatted his hands away and easily removed his chestplate, even through the metal gloves of her armor. She set it down beside him and walked right back to Grimm as if nothing had happened. She quickly untacked him and put him in his stall. After, she changed into something unusual for her style. A long sleeved, light blue blouse and a rather tight skirt. She glanced at Ali bitterly and then took Crow lightly by the reins and put him away, untacking the horse easily.

He slid off of Crow, kinda tying him off, but getting a more lightheaded. He pulled off his helmet, a bit desperate for more air. He glanced back- more surprised that she had followed him. The silence between them with body language and swatting as communication. He took in a bit of a gasp as she got the chestplate free, watching her as she put the chestplate down. He sat down and took off his armor- enthralled by how quickly she moved now, he barely got all of the armor off before she started untacking Crow. He stood up after a moment and walked over to the stall. He didn't really know what to say, but decided a thank you was best. "Thank you," and he looked like he wanted to say more but didn't.