It is I the Red Knight,
I am truly enraged to the hear about the false story of Syr Percyvelle Of Galles. According to this text I was off my guard and was slain by young, meek and weak Percyvelle in revenge of not only his father's death slain by none other than myself; but in order to be deemed a Knight he has to retrieve the Golden chalice I stole from the King. That Chalice should have been mine and I had every right to take it as my own. I am so powerful and so intimidating by choice that no-one would dare to cross me unless they wanted to loose their lives.
Percyvelle disrespected me when he called my red steed a mere mare. Clearly this boy was uneducated and knew not whom he was speaking to. This angered me and I dismounted from my steed knowing this little boy could never do me any harm. Percyvelle must be some sort of sorcerer because I lifted the part of my helmet where only the slits of my hellish eyes burned through his soul. He flung an enchanted dart through my helmet, one that would have never pierced even the armor I wear on my chest... The dart was also poisoned by one of Percyvelle's black magic masters whom gave him the strength to defeat my through manipulation and unfair magical skills that I lack. Hopefully this will clear my name and give you the real account of how i was slain by Percyvelle of Galles...
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It is I, Syr Percyvelle Of Galles. I did not disrespect you or any other that I have defeated. I did what I must in honor. Only my childhood gave me strength and balance from all my years of hunting. There was no magic behind my attacks only skill and technique. Only your folly eyes have betrayed you in seeing me only as a pathetic child was your downfall. May God have mercy on your soul.
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