The temperature hadn't cooled much with the arrival of autumn.
The scorching sun still baked the earth. Jeanne stood under the shade, holding a chilled glass of wine in one hand, watching the joust between the Iron Pagoda with a helmet and the Armored Archers with face-covering helmets. She occasionally waved her fists and cheered loudly.
Their uniformly black battle robes clashed with iron and shields, producing the crisp sound of metal.
The two passed by each other, then drew bows and arrows from their saddles, aiming at the straw targets.
But soon, Jeanne lost interest and returned to the tent.
Processing documents, Losa asked without looking up, "Who won?"
"It was a draw, I suppose."
"After all, both hit all the stationary targets, and each thrust precisely struck the vital points of the straw targets. Neither side's weapons could break the defense, unless they fought to the death with an iron mace and a wolf fang club, it's really hard to tell who would come out on top."
