Disclaimers, etc: I don't own them. If I did, do you think I'd really be bothering to write fanfic with my time?

A/N: Written for a challenge on another site. Choice of keywords - I picked discipline, something my group sorely lacks most days.


Fixed Word Prompt: Discipline

Fandom: King Arthur (yes, I really ought to expand … *sighs*)

Character(s): Various Unnamed

Word Count: 175

A/N: These are unrelated sentence or two or three, maybe four, on the fixed word prompt.

Discipline.

My sword landed next to my head in the dirt. I closed my eyes and tasted blood; he quietly told me to get up and pick my sword up so the lesson could continue.

Discipline.

Overwhelming odds. The Romans broke formation. We kept to ours, knowing it provided our only advantage. More Woads than we could count simply meant one less thing to think about on the battlefield.

Discipline.

His order had saved us – Roman and Sarmatian alike. Yet there he was: bare backed, lashed to the post awaiting flogging. The interim Roman Commander yelled once. I shuddered for him as the leather bit into skin, raising welts and then crisp lines of crimson. Yet he stood – holding on tightly, making no sound, staring off into nothingness.

Discipline.

Of course we followed him. Not that we truly had a choice – final mission equals freedom, one way or another. Gulping quietly at what the "another" might imply, I urge my steed forward and ask the goddess to keep "another" far from me and my brothers.


Well...there you have it - told you if you blinked you'd miss it.