Contest of Will and Strength
By Johannes Mathey
When you don’t hear my voice anymore, that’s when I want you to make your move. Make it and make it well, alright? Make it so powerful that every second is crammed with impact. You can do this. You can totally do this. He’s not so big. Look how skinny his horse is. What’s that on his shield? I thought there were rules against his kind being aloud to joust.
Doesn’t matter. They’re about to call your name. Remember: wait, drop, aim. Simple as that.
Here it comes.
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Winner of a poetry competition in his hometown of Fernley, Mathey has always tried to obtain the skill of the great poets through the cunning use of prose.
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