I went into the arena ready for a fight, the crowd cheering. I went to my horse, gauging my opponent. I had been doing this all day, fighting and fighting. I bested all of my opponents, and this one will be no different. I mounted my horse, getting my javelin.
My opponent looked unsteady on his horse. That was when I knew I had won yet again. The horses started to speed up. I could see the fear in his eyes.
I held out my lance, and in one swift movement, he fell off his horse. And just like that, I had won.