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Excited and full of energy (as only a newbie could be) I decided to charge out to do battle with who ever was unfortunate enough to meet me on the open field of glorious battle. Of course my idea of my fighting prowess and my actual skill level were many worlds apart. I ended up watching as the enemy stepped over my battered and bruised carcass on their way to find more meat for the grinder. I spent the first two battles this way, on my back watching the battle rage around me. "How much more fun can there actually be?!" I thought to myself.
During the third battle of the day I found myself defending a hay bale fort with twenty other fighters. We held the front rank for quite sometime, but as the enemy reinforced their line, our numbers dwindled.
Me, my tourney axe and 26" strap on round shield made it to the front and commensed to killing some bad guys. I was gaining confidence as I went. Unfortunately as my confidence rose my shield dropped. Now remember at this time in my life I was a 17 year old high school student weighing about 150 lbs in armor after a large breakfast.
Well the group of Caidians who were attacking us was getting smaller, but they were about to be reinforced by a large group moving at full speed in our direction. Now stay with me here.
Directly in front of me is a fighter with sword and shield whom I am in the process of killing with my mighty axe when the female fighter behind him decides that I've killed enough of her troops and it's time for me to go get some water. Just as she released her shot with her pink and purple striped spear, the advancing wall of reinforcements reached the beleagured Caid line. (A shield smashing into the back end of a spear as it's starting its blow can dramatically increase the force delivered) Her shot hit me on the bottom edge of my helm.
Well just my luck, my chin strap held long enough for me to be launched about three feet off the ground and about seven feet backwards, long enough for me to clear the back wall of hay bales. As I was flying backwards the chin strap gave way and the helm was launched from my head as I was still in mid-air. I came down first and the helmet a couple seconds later. A giant "Hold" was called, this usually occurs when people see a helmet flying through the air without a head in it. Well I wasn't hurt and was allowed to fight again after I fixed the strap on my helmet.
More things happened after lunch but i will tell you about them later.