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"This week," Arthur began, "I have made the colossal mistake of mentioning, in passing, the idea of a joust to my co-leader. I would not normally disparage his choices, but today, I disavow myself from all activities."

That was a nice, capable, strong lead-in, right? "Or at least disavow the usage of the word 'joust'." He did have a sense of humor, after all. Sort of. Hannibal.

"Hey, this is your fault for not mentioning specifics," Hannibal said, glancing over at the inflatable jousting ring. "I'm not from your time so this is as joust worthy as I get."

And Hannibal couldn't see how Arthur wouldn't think this could be fun as hell. It was inflatable! And you got to hit things!

"Anyway, this week we're jousting, as you can see," he said, pointing to the ring. "You get to hit each other without worrying about concussions. It's an awesome idea."

"It's not jousting, it's clobbering each other with inflatable sticks," Arthur said. Pointedly. "It's that this isn't the reserves, or I'd take you aside for a few jousting lessons of your own."

Anyway.

"You, you, you, and you. All of you. Get up there in pairs of two and fight it out. The winner walks off with some chips, or suchlike." He shot Hannibal another look. "I think you and I should give the right example."

"You wanna thrown down with me?" Hannibal asked, smirking. "Fine, I'm always good with leading by example. And I'm not afraid of you."

This time, Arthur didn't have an actual stick to hit him with.

"While you're waiting for your turn, eat the provided snacks and chat it up," he said, already heading to the jousting ring. "And take your turn when it's time."

Arthur should just be looking Hannibal didn't get a sumo wrestling ring instead of this. That would be even worse.

"You're going to come to regret that," Arthur said, cheerfully, and clapped his hands. "Get to it!"

[co-written with he who eats bananas,

bitch_prince!]

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Like you're ready to joust!

Chuck Bartowski

Warren Worthington III

Andros

Mat Cauthon

Partake in the snacks, talk to each other and get your strategy ready for your turn at the joust!

Pair up and step into the ring! And then clobber each other!

Arthur was still stretching on his way into the ring, yes. What? He was going to clobber the hell out of Hannibal.

Yes, he probably was but Hannibal wasn't going to go away with a concussion this time. That was a plus.

Hannibal was twirling one of the oversized jousting sticks when he joined Arthur near the ring.

Arthur twirled his own mostly to get used to the balance of the ridiculous thing. "Last chance to back out," he said, pleasantly.

"Now, what kind of example would that set?" Hannibal asked, shaking his head. "I'm not backing out."

"Well, go on then." He sounded fairly cheerful for all that. It wasn't real jousting, but that didn't mean he couldn't severely trounce Hannibal anyway.

Hannibal climbed up on his pedestal, doing some more twirling with the inflatable weapon and figuring out where his best center of balance would be.

"You wanna back out?" Hey, it seemed nice to ask.

Arthur snorted. "I've never backed out of a match," he said, charitably, "And I'm hardly going to start with you."

A final twirl got Arthur to adjust to the weapon's strengths as he steadied himself on the pedestal. He might even be nice and let Hannibal have the first blow...

"Not like I've backed out of anything," he said and that was true even if he didn't tend to get challenge to jousts. "So, quit asking."

And with that, he swung, a little clunkily, towards Arthur's legs.

They were a little unwielding, weren't they?

Still, in comparison to an actual jousting lance, it was nothing; the motions were more akin to a very clumsy sword.

He shifted his weight, blocking on one end, then snapping the other end almost leisurely up at Hannibal's jaw. Just getting a feel for it.

Hannibal managed to whip the lance up enough to knock that somewhat away with a glancing blow and still keep his balance. Feeling each other out, of course.

Hannibal didn't waste time in swinging again, trying to jab the damn thing in Arthur's stomach.

Arthur brought his own up fairly quickly to knock that blow aside (or above, and a little to the right) and then shoved his own forward hard.

It shouldn't be too hard to knock Hannibal off-balance, right?

It shouldn't and that got Hannibal to one foot, one arm pinwheeling before he got the lance down to steady himself. He was still off balance but he wasn't precariously close to falling.

That was clearly an invitation to strike at his left side. Far be it from Arthur not to press an advantage where he had it.

... Also, it'd been a while since he'd faced someone who was completely human. It was sort of refreshing.

Hannibal flat out refused to go down that quick so, while taking the shot to the side and scooting towards the edge of the pedestal, he swung backwards with his lance, trying to catch Arthur off guard.

Arthur caught that, but not without a quick wince that showed that some strain set in. The surprise, mainly.

He moved on instinct, slamming his own down at Hannibal's knee.

And that grew a clipped curse from Hannibal. The blow spun him around and his knee ached a little. That wasn't going, having a sore leg when he needed his balance.

He swung again, roundhouse and fairly steady, aiming for Arthur's hip to keep him off his leg for the moment.

Mat was giving Arthur an entirely too smug look as he watched the joust proceed.

Chuck wasn't entirely sure about this joust thing.

... Except possibly about the fact he was going to end up faceplanting. He was pretty sure about that inevitability.

Still, he wasn't going to shy away from it. Not without giving it a go.

They are both shining examples of leadership!

Hannibal was there, prepping to get into the jousting ring by...eating some snacks.

Arthur was also there, preparing to get in the jousting ring by ~~misposting his linkdrop twice~~ stretching.

Who could probably clobber everyone here with one hand behind his back!

Well, he could, but he won't, because he's nice like that.

SHOW ME YOUR TEETH.

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