"So tired." Percy murmured after he had take out so many of Camelot's knights. It was nothing more then a blood bath for his side, but he had to continue fighting. He had to get back to his time line.
He tried not to kill, though the inevitable had happened. This was a battlefield after all and some of the people he was fighting were unreal in speed and strength. Luckily for him however, there was a river and he chose to fight on the rear end of the charge, specifically right in the water.
Probably was a good idea being the foot soldier that he was. He doubted that the leaders of this army knew what he was capable of and he was okay with that. He was sick of being the hero that everyone thought he was in the past. He was sick of having to do other people's jobs.
So when it came to fight, he was in the water. A little out of position for sure but it was much easier to overpower his opponents in the water and he felt like he could go on forever.
Water had its limits though and while it continuously gave him energy, he still felt the fatigue from fighting. It was an odd combination but one he would have to get through.
"Stop." A voice ordered, and Percy looked up, his eyes flashing up to the enemy queen who stood below him. Below?
Percy blinked and looked down. He was standing on bodies and bodies of piled soldiers both from his side as well as Camelot's. "You have lost, surrender."
Percy walked down the bodies, away from her and towards the water. "Camelot doesn't take survivors. Everyone knows' that."
The second he stepped in the water he felt rejuvenated, it was already sunset, and it was close to night. He would have to start running soon before he got caught up fighting all of her soldiers.
And there were so many, Percy doubted he could have taken on all of these legendary heroes as well as the massive amount of foot soldiers. "So many dead, all because of you." Percy's voice echoed. "The will of man is disgusting."
She straightened up and stared at him. Percy interested her, that much was clear as they looked at one another. Wild sea green met dangerous emerald in a battle of wills. "I am willing to make an exception."
Percy shook his head sadly, "It is unfortunate that we were on opposite sides. Who knows? I may have actually liked serving under you. Alas, it is time. Come forth, servant of God. Show me how strong your faith is." Percy stood up straight and leveled his sword towards her.
She nodded in acknowledgment. "Very well. If that is how it must be." Her knights all stood back, this was a fight between the two of them now. One of honor between the two participants.
Percy almost didn't see her move, years of instinct kept him from dodging her initial strike that planted a crater into where he was just standing. Right after her initial strike, she was already upon him slashing horizontally at his stomach.
Falling to the ground he went to trip her in the process of her slash, it failed spectacularly but it at least bought him time as she had to readjust her footing. Grabbing his sword, he parried her next strike and elbowed her in the chest, hard.
Well hard by Percy's standards, what normally would have made a man fly back at least hundreds of feet made her only fly back a few. It was enough to let him breath though. After this happened, he let out a hacking cough. An attack from earlier finally affecting him.
"Gods damnit." Percy muttered, holding his sword up. It was getting darker and he could escape in the dark. He only had to stay alive for twenty or so minutes before it would be pitch black and easy to run. He had been fighting all day, he could do this.
The Queen was watching him quietly, she hadn't made up her mind just yet with the situation at hand. While he was an extraordinary fighter, one that when at full strength may have given her problems. She could see the hesitation in his eyes. "Why do you fight?"
Percy looked up to her slowly. The barest hint of a smile on his face, "To get back to the ones I love, whenever they may be."
This made Arturia furrow her eyebrows. "You do not know where they are?"
"Oh, I know where they are. I just won't be seeing them again in reality. My mother is the only thing I have left." It was true, the war had taken everything from him and shipped him here to the past, he knew that his mother was most likely dead even if he did manage to return to his own time line.
Neither spoke as night began to fall upon them. Soon they would be fighting on instinct alone. "You are hiding something. Something big." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
Percy smiled at her, she was perceptive, she had to be as a queen. "If I must do it to stay alive I will. However, it can be rather destructive."
"I'm afraid I can't let an enemy escape. You will either surrender or die. It is your choice how this will happen." The queen told him, giving him a choice. The knights looked shocked, the only ones that she had ever done this to had ended up being a Knights of the Round. It was an honor, one that they doubted he knew.
Percy smiled sadly, barely having the will to lift his sword. He thought about his mother, her cool lips on his forehead. The way her smile seemed to light up the entire world and her blue chocolate chip cookies. "I refuse to be a slave, my apologies. Tell your men to run, I wish for none of them to get hurt." Percy warned her as he dashed at her with renewed vigor.
He slashed empty air as the Queen dodged his first strike and standing above him, she slashed her weapon down on him. Parrying the strike, he felt the familiar stir in his gut and she was blasted upwards multiple yards and ended up landing on her feet by her soldiers. She was clearly shocked by what had just happened.
Instead of giving her time to think, he chucked his sword at her. Something that was easily dodged but the after effect wasn't. A punch to the stomach shoved her back yards and yet once she landed, she stayed in place. Refusing to give any more room then she already had.
Grabbing his sword quickly, he waited for her to make the next move, waiting for a counter. It was a bad idea. He felt completely drained after walking out of the water. It must have been noticeable to the queen as she went straight at him and slashed at him. Despite parrying the strike, he was flung back and not by a small amount, compared to him hitting her, she replied with ten times the amount of strength and he could officially say he was one of the first humans to fly.
Whether it was luck or fate, he landed further down the river and it comforted him as he landed in the water. His energy was back but there wasn't nearly the same amount of energy given to him. It wouldn't be long now till he passed out from shear exhaustion. He looked up to see her staring him down. Then she sprinted at him, giving him much more time to prepare. Holding his sword in a bunting way, he shoved his foot down and prepared for her strike.
Unexpectedly, his feet gave out as she struck down and he somehow manage to dodge the strike. Turning back quickly he put his hand out and blasted her with water before she could respond and sent her flying. Guess she was the next one to go flying in this day and age. "Let… Just let me leave. Please." Percy pleaded, he wished to live. Never before had he wanted to live so badly. He just wanted to get home to see his family.
Percy gasped as he fell to his knees. He hated to kill and yet he killed all those people. He deserved to die, he was nothing more than a monster. Could he even bare to look at his mother right now? What would she say.
"Is that what you truly want? To die." He didn't even feel her move in front of him he was so exhausted.
He stared up and looked at her. She looked like a goddess standing above him. So beautiful and yet so deadly. It was clear she had fought and won to get where she was. "No." Percy found himself now talking against his will. "I…I am nothing more then a monster. I don't deserve to live. I have killed too many." He could see the shock on her face as he smiled at her. "I do not deserve to live, end it please." He repeated, tears began streaming down his face. He would go to the Fields of Punishment for sure.
While Percy had stopped looking at her and looked down. Arturia was shocked, never before had someone stood in front of her and had been exactly as she felt. Budump, Budump. What was this feeling? Her heart was pounding unbearingly as she stared at the man who was supposedly her enemy. They were two of the same on opposite sides of the field and never before had she met someone who was her.
What was this feeling? Why were tears streaming down her face as well? This feeling needed to stop, it hurt so much and yet the catalyst to her problem lay right before her and it was then she knew.
Is this love?
She heard about it only in fairy tales, yet she knew it was true. The second she thought of it she knew it was true. This broken man in front of her was the one she loved. She found it on the battlefield.
Percy slowly brought a cap in front of her and the sword amazingly collapsed into a cylinder like object. The tears were streaming down his face as he held it in front of her, offering her the device. "Find someone worthy of it. It deserves better life then with me."
Arturia stared down at him, shocked even more so by what he was doing. As one knight to another giving up one's sword meant they were truly ready to die.
No, it was not time for him yet. Smiling down at his tear stained face, she put her hand under his and rolled his hand up. It was not time for him yet, she would not let him go out like this. There was so much potential for the kind soul that was in front of her. "Sleep, you are in good hands now."
Percy began to panic, this wasn't supposed to happen. He was ready to die. "You don't understand, I-"
Without responding, she picked him up and made him freeze. He was picked up in bridal style and he really couldn't stop the blush forming on his cheeks, it was embarrassing. If he had the energy he would have argued with her and told him to put him down. "What are you doing?" His voice was quiet as she carried him back.
"Go to sleep, you are in good hands. I promise." Her words were comforting him more then he would have liked to admit.
"Percy." His eyes were drooping, he really was about to pass out in the arms of a queen. This was the most ridiculous fairytale moment he had ever heard of in his life.
He could feel the smile from her. "Arturia." He tried to stay awake, he really did, yet the last thing he saw wasn't the beautiful night sky nor the tree's that swished from side to side. It was her smile.
Once she knew he was asleep, she looked down on him as she walked towards where her men were stationed. He was sleeping calmly in her embrace which she took comfort to the fact. She didn't know what this man was doing to her and she didn't know what to think of it and yet, there was a part of her that liked it. She saw the bags underneath his eyes and the tiredness overall that was on his face. He truly was ready to die, that was unacceptable.
"My lady." Lancelot was by her side within the moment they returned to the group. "Are you alright?"
She didn't bother to look up, interested in seeing the man below her. "What is love to you, Lancelot?"
Lancelot was clearly not expecting the question. "When you will do everything in your power to make them as happy as possible. I cannot explain it my lady I just know. Guinevere would be much better explaining this. " Lancelot looked down to the boy and back to her. "Do you wish for me to carry him?"
"No." She told Lancelot, it wasn't that she didn't trust him. She just wished to hold him a little longer.
Lancelot blinked in surprise, "I see. Shall we go home my lady?"
"Ready my things Lancelot. He will ride with me. Though I doubt he will awaken by the time we get back to the castle." She commanded him.
Lancelot knew better then to argue with her in this state. She was clearly in love with the man she was holding though Lancelot doubted she would admit it just yet. Giving the signal to round everyone up, he began to prep everything to go for his queen.
Before he left he glanced once more at the boy her queen had been fighting. Things were about to get interesting indeed.
