Then it was time for the medieval melee – a wild, raucous event where there are no friends or brothers, only foes.
It is every man for himself.
The combatants rushed at each other with a clash of steel, eyes darting everywhere to keep track of who might be sneaking up behind to bash them on the head.
The crowd cheered, groaned and gasped, following the moves of their favorite fighters, as one by one the warriors were defeated.
At last it was down to two men, one of them our very own Duke Robert.
The two medieval combatants circled each other warily then attacked with gusto as the crowd cheered wildly.
Our Blackwolf crew was mighty chuffed when Duke Robert won the day and became the Last Man Standing.
Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!
Medieval combat is pure fun for the participants, a chance to test their progress and improve their skills.
There are no awards handed out for the winners, just the honor of a job well done. But Duke Robert was deeply touched when he received a gift from Tony, a pint-sized admirer who insisted that his mother buy him a medieval drinking horn to give to The Duke.
There were a few misty eyes in our group. 🙂