The Queen shook her head and focused on the fighting below. A competitor bearing the colours of House Overton was laid low as Torrhen bashed his oaken shield into his helmet. The Flint Clan's heir, clad in chain and brigandine, ax and shield in hand, was cleaving his way through the other contestants like an angry bull. After all, that time spent in the yard, Jon had managed to turn his squire into a monster.