AGAIN, YOU REFUSE TO PLACE ANY BETS. "YOUR LOSS," THE BALD BOOKIE MUTTERS AS HE LEAVES FOR ANOTHER TEAM'S LOCKERS. YOU WIELD THE AWKWARDLY HEAVY SWORD AND STROLL OUT INTO THE ARENA FOR THE PENULTIMATE FIGHT. ASIDE FROM YOU, THIS ROUND HAS A LUCKY MOUNTED FIGHTER WITH A SWORD AND SHIELD, A DISMOUNTED FIGHTER WITH A SWORD AND SHIELD, AND AN ARCHER. THE ARENA BEING RATHER SMALL, THE ARCHER IS FAIRLY QUICKLY ELIMINATED, AND THEN THE MOUNTED CHALLENGER DECIDES YOU'RE NOT PARTICIPATING ENOUGH AND CHARGES YOU. LUCKILY, THE CRAMPED ARENA DOESN'T ALLOW MUCH IN THE WAY OF WINDUP SPACE, AND AFTER A FEW CHARGES THAT CAN BARELY BE CONSIDERED CHARGES, YOU AND THE OTHER UNMOUNTED FIGHTER MANAGE TO PUT AN END TO THIS FARCE. THIS LEAVES YOU AND THE CONTESTANT WITH THE SWORD AND SHIELD. RECALLING YOUR KNIGHTLY TRAINING, YOU DANCE ABOUT STAYING JUST OUT OF RANGE WHILE LANDING HITS ON THE SHIELD WHENEVER POSSIBLE. EVENTUALLY, THE SHIELD FALLS APART, AND IT DOESN'T TAKE LONG FOR YOUR OPPONENT TO SLIP UP AND FALL TO A SNEAKY STRIKE.
YOUR LAST FIGHT WILL BE A DUEL WITH THE LOCAL CHAMPION, SIR ESTOS. THIS TIME, YOU ARE GIVEN A SIMPLE POLE, AND THE BALD BOOKIE SIMPLY COMES IN TO SNEER AT YOU BEFORE LEAVING. YOUR TROOPS HAVE COME TO VISIT AND CHEER YOU ON (EXCEPT DOODLE-CROW, WHO IS GLUM ABOUT HAVING LOST
HIS ENTIRE BET AND IS BLAMING IT ON BEING IN ESTOS' BRACKET.) THOSE IN ESTOS' BRACKET OFFER YOU SOME INSIGHT ON DEFEATING ESTOS.
(A) BAWK-CLUCK: "CLUCK SQUAWWWK! BAWK BAWK BAWK CLUCK BAWK CLUCK." (ESTOS' GUARD IS PERFECT! YOU'LL NEED TO FIND A WAY TO GET AROUND IT.)
(B) GOLDTEEF: "There'f no ufe dodging hif attackf. Tha'd do well ftanding tha'f ground and blocking."
(C) BAWK-BAWK-BAWK: "CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK SQUAWK CLUCK BAWK SQUAWK." (ESTOS ALWAYS LANDS HIS HITS, SO YOU'LL JUST NEED TO WEAR HIM DOWN FASTER THAN HE CAN WEAR YOU DOWN.)
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