This is something different I wanted to write, It involves more of a combat scene and I want to focus more so on details with this story rather then just talking that happens with quite a few of my stories. I promise Overgrown Attachment will be updated within the week
Percy grimaced as there was pain in his side as he slowly limped from the battle field. Walking into the river he let out a sigh of relief and dumped himself into the water before coming back up. The results were instant as he was perfectly healed.
He looked back to the battle field and frowned as he saw the results. Once again, the Britain's were winning and stomping everything in their path. In all actuality he only joined because the pay was good, and it gave him something to do. Fighting strong opponents was fun and helped relieve him of his boredom.
"Are you done?" A voice called out from his side. Turning to his side was a man who looked bored waiting for Percy.
Percy hadn't seen him before; the man was obviously an enemy, but his aura seemed to show that he was ranked much higher then the simple soldiers that were fighting on the battle field. The man was dressed in pure white armor, given to those of high ranking within the Queens army. It was surprising to Percy that the leader of all of Britain was a queen. He remembers from his time line King Arthur being a male in the history text books, at least from what he remembered.
The man had purple hair and purple eyes, a strangeness in this day and age but also gave Percy an idea of his noble birth. "May I help you?"
"You are the enemy." He spoke as if that answered everything. "I saw you leaving and couldn't let you get away. No hard feelings or anything." The man spoke, looking down at him from the tree he sat on. Gracefully swinging his feet back and forth.
"Ah I remember now." Percy nodded thoughtfully. Britain always had a policy of leaving no one alive. "So, you are here to kill me then?"
The knight nodded, frowning in the process. "Even if I dislike it, I must do it for my queen."
"Well you still have to kill me before you get back. I assume you are waiting for me to finish then?" After receiving the mans nod, Percy sighed. He had already killed so many today and didn't wish to kill more. "Would you allow me to strip before we fight?"
"T-To strip?" The man repeated, not quite believing he heard Percy right.
Percy waved him off. "Not all the way, the battle is lost, and I was never on their side. It just gave me something to do to relieve my boredom. Plus, this armor is frilly and is meant only to show what side one is on. It holds me back." Percy admitted to the man, he really did hate the armor he was in.
The man nodded thoughtfully, he could see that reasoning. Hell, he at once point had been wearing the same armor with a different logo on it at one point in time. The chain armor was an annoyance and moved around to much. "I suppose I can grant you this one last request."
"Thank you." Percy nodded and began to take off the chainmail. Beneath it all he wore a simple white shirt with some trousers and while not being the best to defend in, he was able to move much more freely. "On the bright side, I will never have to wear such armor again." Percy muttered, making sure not to join another faction if they made him wear that stupid chainmail again.
The man looked amused as Percy picked up his sword. "It is a shame we are on opposite sides. I am sure I would have enjoyed having a drink with you some time."
Percy winked in a joking manor, "Perhaps you can take me for one if I beat you today."
The man laughed, it wasn't often a man joked with him before dying. "Very well, I accept to your terms. I am ready when you are." The man didn't know why he was doing this as he jumped off the tree. Perhaps it gave him a little bit of humility as he felt alive, letting the man do what he wants. It has been so long since he felt alive. Battle in this day and age just clearly wasn't enough. Maybe humor was needed.
Percy turned to the battle field as Britain annihilated the opposition, leaving no one alive. "It is sad, isn't it?"
The man was confused and turned to look at the battle field. Britain was destroying everything in sight, killing all in its path. "I must admit, I do not know what you are talking about."
"Your men kill everything in their path for peace, when peace is unachievable."
"That is not true. Peace-"
Percy abruptly cut the man off. "Take a look at the battle field right now. What do you see?"
They were far enough away that Percy did not fear anything happening to him. No doubt the knight in front of him was as weak as could be from the fight, he would let the man have his last words. "I see a battle field. Men killing other men, what of it?"
Percy smiled bitterly. "Exactly people dying, which leads to sons wanting revenge, leading to what many believe is vengeance. Only for the cycle to continue, never pausing. That is why peace is unachievable." Percy pointed as the opposition was finally crushed as Britain's forces began to walk back to their camps. They were to far from the battlefield to be seen unless one looked directly at their spot. "War will never end, that is reality. Men are to hungry for power."
The man knew what Percy was saying. "I must admit I am sad now. To find someone that see's the world as it is, is quite rare. Thank you, but unfortunately it is time." The man gave Percy his last words, and now it was time for him to go home tonight.
"May I have your name?" Percy asked, turning back to him and reading his blade.
"Sir Lancelot. Knight of Queen Arturia Pendragon. One of the Knights of the Round Table." He tilted his neck slightly in a sign of respect. "Yours?"
"Percy Jackson. Now second in command of Britain. Would you like to dance?"
If Lancelot was surprised that Percy knew who he was, he did not show it. Instead he charged and was upon Percy in a flash. His golden sword falling down rapidly on Percy like a cow ready to become beef. Death would have easily been on any other man. Unfortunately for Lancelot, he was facing a veteran of war.
Percy dodged the blade with ease then brought his own blade up and parried the blade. Deflecting it away from Percy then kicking the man to the side. Pushing him back multiple feet.
Lancelot blinked in surprise. It had been a long time since he had seen anyone with such skill be an enemy. Most joined and became knights for the queen. Few could match Lancelot's speed and it had been so long since he had an opponent that warranted his respect. Only the queen herself had been able to scratch him in this day and age yet this man kept up with him with ease. He even managed to kick him! "I must admit, I am surprised."
"Oh?" Percy asked, holding his blade parallel to the ground at shoulder length, pointing it towards the knight. "How so?"
"It's been a long time since someone has been able to fight me on par. I must admit I have been bored only being able to fight one person. I can't exactly go all out against her either. Lancelot readied his blade in similar fashion to Percy. "Thank you for this."
Percy shrugged and shifted his feat in a defensive stance. The talking would stop now, both of them knew it. It was time for the swords to do the talking. As a swordsman, Percy knew this.
Once more Lancelot charged, yet this time he swung from the side. Anticipating this Percy slammed his sword into the ground and used it as a pole vault, jumping over Lancelot. Once he landed on his feet, he mimicked the motion that Lancelot had been trying to use on him and Lancelot barely had enough time to put his sword to the side to intercept the attack and jump back.
This time, Percy charged at him, not giving him a break and clashed Lancelot's sword pushing him back and making the man tumble into a barrel role before standing up at once, sword at the ready. While the man had many scratches on him, none had been from the blade.
Percy charged once more, this time swinging his blade in a diagonal manor towards the ground at Lancelot's feet. It got him the reaction he wanted as Lancelot jumped up to avoid the blade only to be kicked to the side and go flying into the tree he had been residing in earlier.
A loud oomph was heard as he slammed into the tree and broke the hundred-year-old tree in the process. Loud cracking was heard when Lancelot fell back on his feet as the tree fell into the river.
Percy gave him no room to breathe once more as he jumped on the man, slamming his sword to the ground onto where Lancelot originally stood. "Damn." Percy muttered, unearthing his sword from the ground to see Lancelot standing far away from him, clutching his side.
"So fast." Lancelot breathed heavily and gulped loudly, not being able to believe the state he was in. He had no idea a man could outclass him so… so….
Acrobatically.
The man fought in a way Lancelot had never seen before. Never before had he thought of using his sword to be able to increase his movement in a way. He had been taught that the only time to dirty a blade was in enemies' blood. Not in the ground.
Percy looked slightly amused, this man was perhaps one of the best swordsmen Percy had ever seen. Many swordsmen did the same though, only relied on their sword to win. "Do you yield? I must admit I am waiting on that drink now."
"Neve-" The man began to speak but had to hold his sword to block a strike at his neck. Only for Percy to push his blade back at the same time and throw Lancelot off balance. Seeing this, Percy slammed Anaklusmos into the ground once more and using it as leverage, kicking the man in the jaw. Slamming him into the air twenty feet high, only to punch him.
Lancelot had no idea how much he rolled, only to see the bodies of the dead as he stood back up, slower then his normal speed. A few knights who had seen him roll began to run to him. "Get back!" Lancelot warned then brought his sword to defend himself once more as Percy slammed down as hard as he could. Forcing Lancelot to his knees and to roll out of the way.
Percy briefly glanced at the other knights. It was a small group of men, no doubt commoners based on appearance. They must have been a few that were headed back to the camp but were slacking in regard. Percy glanced back at Lancelot, the man was still getting up, his endurance was waning, and it wouldn't be long before all strength would leave his body.
Percy had to get rid of the evidence, before more would arrive, and he would be overwhelmed. At once he sprinted towards the knights and brought down his blade. Hoping to end their lives as soon as possible so he could get back to his fight with Lancelot.
Unexpectedly, a knight ran from the back of the group, one that was wearing the same armor Lancelot was and blocked the strike and pushing Percy back. Percy jumped back before a foot soldier could swing his blade onto Percy.
The white-haired knight stood in front of the other foot soldiers in chain mail armor. "Go get the queen, I'll hold him off." The soldiers at once turned haul and ran.
Lancelot gasped as he leaned on his sword, supporting himself up. "Bedivere… Run" He gasped out, barely able to breath from the encounter with Percy.
Percy himself rose an eyebrow at Lancelot. Percy had to admit he was surprised the man could stand after what he just went through, albeit barely but still was standing. The man wouldn't be moving anytime soon.
Percy turned to the white-haired knight, "I apologize but the man tried to kill me. I unfortunately have no wish to die."
Bedivere rose an eyebrow and responded dryly, "Not many people wish to die, but that is gods choice when it happens, no?" Bedivere told him, raising his blade. "Regardless I will hold to my word and defend Lancelot until the queen arrives."
Percy smiled slightly, the loyalty the man held reminded Percy of himself. "How noble." Percy threw his sword at Bedivere in an alarming speed. The man had just enough time to deflect it but did the one thing you should never do in a battle.
Take your eyes off your opponent.
Despite deflecting Percy's blade and making it go flying. The man felt himself be kicked in the stomach and then head butted. Knocking him unconscious. Percy blinked in surprise, he honestly hadn't expected the man to go down quickly, things normally didn't work in his favor.
"Don't, please." Lancelot pleaded with Percy, taking step by step towards him. His purple eyes began to tear up as he saw Bedivere lay down on the ground unmoving with Percy standing above him.
Percy never planned on killing him, only knocking them all unconscious. It would be bad on his health to kill when the war was already over. Sighing he walked over to Lancelot and gently made him trip. Falling to the ground where Percy stood above him, smiling. "I never planned on killing you, I just really wanted a drink." With that, Percy flicked him in the nose, knocking him out.
When Lancelot awoke, it was to his queen gently shaking him. "My Queen." His voice was hoarse and quiet. He could barely speak.
"Relax." She murmured, her green eyes staring down on him in worry. "Everything will be all right. Just let us tend to your wounds." All he saw was his queen peering down on him, but he could feel other doctors no doubt begin to work on him. It had been quite a while since Lancelot was in such pain and strangely, it felt good. It felt nice to be able to feel again, as strange as it sounded.
His queen's voice brought attention back to her. "Tell me what happened."
"Water." He croaked, and she nodded, grabbing a mug filled with water and gently put it up to his lips. Heavy gulps were heard in the room and Lancelot took this notice to know that everyone was listening in on their conversation. No doubt wondering what could bring the Knight of the Lake to his knees.
After receiving some, he began. "I saw a man walking away towards the battle field and as your orders I made sure he wouldn't get away. When I confronted the man, he was resting in the water, uninterested. He told me he was not loyal to their kingdom but was in it to alleviate boredom."
The next was hard for Lancelot's pride to handle. A knight getting defeat was no easy admittance, especially one as well known as Lancelot. "I told him I had to kill him, even if I began to like the banner that was going back and forth between us. When I told him it was time to fight, he annihilated me. I didn't even scratch him." Lancelot admitted.
"How does Bedivere come into this?" The queen asked nicely, giving Lancelot more water to drink.
"The man punched me." Lancelot told her. "He punched me from the river to the battlefield. He absolutely annihilated me as if I was nothing more then a pig waiting to be slaughtered. A group of knights saw our battle and no doubt began to run to help me. Bedivere was one of them and held the man off so they could get away."
The queen wanted to say more but Lancelot could see a light tap on her shoulder. "My queen?" The queen nodded and gestured him to continue. "We have the results, from Bedivere as well, they are in perfect health."
The queen stood up from Lancelot's bed side. "Lancelot, try standing for me. I want to see if what Jeffery said is true." Lancelot blinked but pushed himself up from laying down and stood up. Blinking in surprise he brought his hands up, his whole body was sore, but nothing hurt.
"I don't understand." Lancelot muttered, stretching his hands in different ways, "I am sore and yet I am not in pain."
"My queen." Jeffery said but the queen waved him off.
She was thinking to herself, deep in thought. It was unexpected that this would happen and now another piece was on the chess board. The man was not evil that hurt her knights, that much was sure. He could have easily killed two of her knights and yet he did little more then play with them and then heal them right after.
"Anything else I should know Lancelot?"
"Yeah." Lancelot looked sheepish, "He said if he beat me I owe him a drink."
The queen rose an eyebrow at him. "Really?"
"Really."