ARENA OF HONOR - DISCORDANCE

"It was a seemingly peaceful day in the lands of Westeros. The sun hadn't yet foreshadowed chaos. I had already bravely fought TheEnd at reset, and my mind was set on the third battle schedule, where I planned to support Lady Brisssy. But fate, disguised as carelessness, struck without warning: a friend forgot to check in. Thus, the opportunity to fight... vanished like sand through one's fingers."

"There was only one last card left to play: the final schedule. We all agreed to join forces for that final battle. But as if a curse had weighed on their group, we again faced the same obstacle: members were missing to complete the ten warriors. Then, Lady Brisssy made a risky decision—opening the group to the public—and invited fighters from JULIOMARTI and Solarix."

"Seeing their track records, their statistics, their mistakes... doubt took hold of me. Could I trust them? Wasn't it better to form a solid and balanced team, and face the enemy with clear strategies? But I wasn't the one leading. It wasn't my hand that decided. All that remained was to accept the terms... and enter, without certainties, onto the battlefield."

We entered the battlefield, we all had a specific role Brisy, uriel and andre would be the attack and defense hammers, and I with the other members would be a support and support for them, and if necessary, try to hold a building, but before fighting, it had to be built, we had to play with the usual, exchange positions, since the team is not yet used to the mechanics of offensive camps, in addition to the enemies always compete for the capture of the towers and catapults, and you can not have a good position if you do not win that ... all went well in the construction phase but there was a very big problem, the members that Brisssy recruited did not help to reinforce the buildings, so it generated a very big delay in the first round of altars, since we could not win it, part of the second round of altars was also complicated, since we ourselves had to maintain troops for the building to finish being built.

We had to make up for lost time, since that delay prevented us from gaining any ranking; so I began attacking the altars the Starks were taking over. Pish, on the other hand, decided to take the most contested altar of all, the Maiden's, since that strengthens the points generated by the exchange posts... so we had to reinforce it. Someone tried to hunt him down, but to their surprise, cavalry was ineffective against lancers, and the army returned defeated.

But unfortunately at the Altar of the Unknown, he had already studied Pish's tactics, so they decided to send a spearman much stronger than him to kick him, the war was complicated, because the battle was getting complicated for us, but despite that we continued fighting...

The Dragon Pits had opened, and it was time to fight for them. Brissy was the most suitable to hold the building, as we were frequently attacked by lancers or infantry. This happened during the occupation process, but it was a failure for the enemies. Time passed, but it wasn't enough. We had to go for the City of Glory, because despite playing for the minor buildings, we were still in last place.

Well, Brissy went too, but she was immediately kicked by Blem. She said, it's better to focus on the smaller buildings and keep the ones we already have... so she decided to recapture Maiden's Altar. The enemies studied this and thought for a moment, and instead of attacking alone, they decided to attack in rally and with cavalry, Brissy's counter, kicking her.

"Frustration was in the air… like the dull echo of a hollow victory. We had won buildings, yes… but we weren't moving forward. The Arena of Honor was lost. Not for lack of effort, but for a simple mistake. A mistake that changed everything."

"The group, tired and wounded, turned their gaze to Brisssy. Why recruit those who weren't ready? Why let in those who didn't know how to play this war?"

"The truth hurt… it was played with eight, not ten. And in a war like this, two absences weigh like a betrayal."

"It was I who spoke frankly. I told her what no one else dared: that she had to be selective, that she shouldn't hesitate to expel anyone who wasn't up to the task. Because this isn't about friendships or acquaintances… but about strength, strategy, and the hunger for victory."

"And, for the first time, everyone nodded. Because the battle taught us something cruel but true: when you mix those who want to win... with those who just want to play... the balance is broken. And into that chasm, defeat creeps in without asking permission."

"That night, we didn't just lose an arena. We lost the illusion that willpower is enough. Because in Westeros... only the strongest survive."