[ It's a discomforting feeling, all this fresh paint on his face and some of it that's smeared on the shiny armor. But maybe... just maybe this is the only way to get the gold and the horse.
He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, turning toward the crowd.
Game face on -- or as much as he can muster.
His face burns under the concentrated gazes of the spectators, but he pushes forward in the hopes that as soon as he's won the contest, he can get out of there and wash the paint off. ]
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He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, turning toward the crowd.
Game face on -- or as much as he can muster.
His face burns under the concentrated gazes of the spectators, but he pushes forward in the hopes that as soon as he's won the contest, he can get out of there and wash the paint off. ]