ARENA OF HONOR - INCREDIBLE VICTORY

It was 6 in the morning in the shadowy lands of Poniente, but for Vanette it would be like 1 in the morning, without friends, without a team he decided to venture out once again, since it is difficult for him to fight at other times, assuming the risk that this would entail, he signed up and registered without first having evaluated a team, and enters the battlefield, seeing that there is a team of archers in his group, to which he exclaimed, this will be a very difficult duel but here we go.

The construction phase began, and the banners of the crowned stag flew proudly as House Baratheon took up position.** It was there that Vanette was assigned, among prudent warriors and veteran strategists. Rather than erect offensive encampments that might invite premature chaos, the Baratheons, knowing the stakes, opted to build trading posts: bastions of supply and survival. Vanette, watching silently as the structures took shape under the graying sky, breathed a sigh of relief.

*"At least they know the ropes... let's hope they're just as quick when the time comes for reinforcements," he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the horizon, where the true challenge would soon emerge.

The construction phase ended and the members of the Baratheon house decided to attack, Vanette as always asks for reinforcements from her friends to secure the buildings and not be easily kicked by some cavalry player, but the reinforcements never arrived because no one had infantry to help him, so if he wanted to occupy buildings he would be alone.

Vanette's defeat was certain. The enemies explored the altar, where they already know there is infantry. Although he managed to withstand a few hits, a cavalry player arrived and defeated him because he was already very weakened from previous attacks.

In another Altar it was the same result, the enemies knew Vanette's weakness, for that reason they only explored and attacked him, so there was no way for him to win, so he decided to better help the archer players.

Vanette knew he lacked archers, the silent jewel of any effective defense, but he didn't let the shortage defeat him. Instead of lamenting, he honed his gaze like a hawk over the emerging battlefield. From her position, he could observe the first enemy movements: formations of lancers raising their weapons to the wind, and the thunder of distant hooves announcing the advance of heavy cavalry. It was a dance of steel, approaching with a firm step.

There was no room for doubt.

"Lancers... and cavalry," he said to himself, analyzing each attack route. "Then that's what we'll give them."

Without further delay, he ordered the deployment of his own lancers. He knew it wasn't the perfect unit, but it was the most logical. A direct counterattack wouldn't be possible, not yet. But if he managed to halt the first onslaught, perhaps... just perhaps, there would be hope of holding the line.

As the drums of war began to rumble in the distance, Vanette watched his troops depart, knowing that this seemingly simple choice could decide the fate of his entire house.

And No Brand triumphs thanks to that movement, managing to occupy the altar, gaining influence for the house.

Der Paul also wants to occupy an Altar, but since there are not enough troops to help him, he is kicked out at the last minute. Frustrated by his failure, he decides not to occupy any more. Vanette comforts him and says, "This is not our time to shine, we must help the archer players." Unfortunately, there are no other types of troops other than the two of us. Don't worry, let's fight!"

The last fight for the city of glory arrived, No Brand decided to take the place, followed by his fellow archers, with the exception of Vanette and Der Paul who did not have any, but still decided to help, since by sending their dragon and their troops, which although they were not No Brand's specialty... were going to help him, on the enemy side, although they formed rallies, they could not against him, mainly because Vanette and Der Paul's troops fought first, followed by the bows.

The City of Glory was taken.

No one expected it, least of all Vanette. A team of archers—disorganized, almost improvised—had achieved the unthinkable: conquering the best building of all. Their strategy, as simple as it was relentless, consisted of constantly sending and renewing troops, without allowing the enemy a single respite. While other groups wore themselves down with complex tactics or unstable alliances, they relied on what they did best… and it worked.

The siege lasted until the last moment of the battle. When the enemy flag finally fell, and the name of the winning team was projected overhead, Vanette felt a mixture of awe, pride, and a pang of sadness. Because although she had also been there, fighting alongside them, she wasn't truly part of that group. She had joined a random team, an impulsive decision so as not to be left out of the event.

And so, as the celebration began for others, Vanette knew she would never see them again. Not on the same page, not as partners. Perhaps fate will bring them together again... but if it does, it will be on opposite sides of the field.

The echo of victory still resonated off the walls of the conquered city. And with that echo, Vanette walked away in silence, knowing that some battles aren't fought with swords... but with goodbyes.