u/Old-Seaweed8917

this is satire and not to be taken seriously

The battlefield was a place where love was rarely found.

There were only banners snapping in the wind, steel ringing against steel, and the thunder of warriors crashing together beneath a grey and unforgiving sky. Egret, a fierce knight of the Iron Legion, had fought in countless battles and had little patience for romance.

That changed the day she met Earl Cross.

She first saw him through the smoke: a towering knight with great antlers rising from his helm, gripping a massive war hammer as though it weighed nothing. Earl Cross, brother to the renowned Holden Cross, was advancing through the enemy ranks with terrifying purpose.

Egret watched him for perhaps a second too long.
Then Earl noticed her.
Their eyes met.
Egret raised her sword.
Earl raised his hammer.

What followed was, in Egret’s estimation, the most important duel of her life.

She charged with all the ferocity she could muster. Earl met her blow with his hammer, sending a shock through her arms. She struck again. He blocked. She feinted left, spun, and attacked from the right.
Earl simply smiled beneath his helm.

Then came the hammering.

One devastating strike knocked her sword from her hand. A second sent her sprawling into the mud. Before Egret could recover, Earl stood over her, hammer resting against his shoulder.

He could have finished her.
Instead, he offered her his hand.
Egret stared at it.
She took it.
And that was the moment she was lost.

From then on, Egret found herself mysteriously eager whenever she heard Earl Cross was nearby. She volunteered for battles she had no business volunteering for. She polished her armour twice as often. She even began asking Holden suspiciously specific questions about his brother.

“Is Earl always that… impressive?”
Holden merely raised an eyebrow.

Soon, Egret’s admiration became something far more dangerous.
She was besotted.

Every clash of a hammer reminded her of their first meeting. Every glimpse of those antlers made her heart beat faster. She even began calling the incident her “first hammering,” though Earl insisted that was not a particularly romantic description.
Egret disagreed.

To her, it had been love at first strike.
And although the battlefield had brought them together through blood, steel, and one particularly memorable blow to the ego, Egret knew one thing for certain:

She had faced countless warriors in her life.
But only Earl Cross had ever truly swept her off her feet.

Feel like I’ve just wasted an hour of my own free time on a game I’m suddenly not allowed to see through to the end for literally no reason feelsbadman

Should the round time limit not be proportional to the amount of actions that are required to be taken due to the cards in play?