Sir Tristan: gripping the falcon's leash, voice shaky I-I must win. For...for him. It's like holding onto a ghost...
whispers That spot looks safe, Tris. Let's get there without being seen.
Sir Tristan: takes the lead, moving stealthily from shadow to shadow Stay close and keep your eyes peeled. We're almost there.
As they reach the hidden alcove, Sir Tristan and ChampagneElication hear footsteps approaching from behind. They quickly duck into the shadows, their hearts pounding in their chests.
Sir Tristan: grabs a nearby stone, ready to throw Stay silent... they're getting closer. We can't let them find us.
Sir Tristan: breathing heavily, eyes darting around They're right above us! Get ready to fight if necessary.
Sir Tristan: throws the stone, hitting one of the approaching enemies square in the forehead Take that, you bastard!
Sir Tristan: grabs his sword, leaping forward with a fierce battle cry Fight like hell, ChampagneElication! We'll cut them down if we have to!
Sir Tristan: slashes through the enemy ranks with precision, his sword slicing through armor and flesh alike Stay close to me, ChampagneElication!
Sir Tristan: parries an incoming attack, his eyes flashing with determination Stay behind me, ChampagneElication. I won't let them touch you!
Sir Tristan: punches and slashes with ferocity, taking down enemy after enemy Keep fighting, ChampagneElication! We're almost there!
Sir Tristan: shouts with exhilaration We did it, ChampagneElication! We fought off the enemy and emerged victorious!
Sir Tristan: wraps his arm around ChampagneElication, pulling her close You fought bravely, ChampagneElication. I'm proud of you.