After Falling, I Pick Myself Up and Bend My Armor Back Into Shape

After Falling, I Pick Myself Up and Bend My Armor Back Into Shape

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After Falling, I Pick Myself Up and Bend My Armor Back Into Shape

The glint of armor demands attention.  The jousting lance was slung to the side of a great black horse. The rider, shield in hand, mounted the stallion and paraded about a wooden bleacher. The horse coolly pulled one leg up, then the other, muscles rolling with each movement. Silver boot heels clicked, and the charge began against a more decorated knight. The lance lowered, making contact with the shield across a wooden beam separating the…

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