Okey dokey, the first chapter isn't terribly funny, but the next one is I promise. Come hit the little review button.

Battle raged around them yet Arthur stood suspended in time. Through his line of vision he could see Tristan crawling away desperately, pulling his battered body along the ground while the Saxon watched. The sight of Tristan, usually so independent, lying there helpless, was too much for Arthur to accept. He fought strongly to get to him but to no avail.

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The Saxon held Tristan up by his hair and stared unpityingly into the knight's eyes as he gasped for breath; threw him roughly and at the same time slashed him across the chest with his sword. The blow spun Tristan and he fell heavily to the ground .His vision went black, but he could still hear voices around him and feel a burning pain in his chest. Soon this too fell into blackness.

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Arthur saw Tristan fall and knew the worst, still he fought, finally coming eye to eye with the Saxon. Battle went on and the swords clashed many times before the Saxon fell to the ground, his eyes blank. Unconcerned with him, Arthur came swiftly to Tristan's side. His friend was covered in blood and had been hit many times, yet he was still alive. Arthur gently pulled an arrow from his arm. Tristan groaned. Arthur lent carefully over the scouts motionless form, then shook his shoulder gently

"Awake Tristan,"

His eyes opened wearily, Tristan gasped again still fighting for enough air to live

" Arthur," he whispered, but before he could finish his sentence he had fallen to the ground, eyes shut against the flow of blood. There was a deep wound in his side, Arthur held a cloak to it, trying to at least stabilise Tristan's breathing.

Tristan opened his eyes again staring suspiciously at his commander. "Tristan are you alright?" Arthur's tone was worried and tense and judging by the glare his knight gave him he was far from all right.

"Tristan…" the archer's eyes flicked his eyes up to Arthur's face worriedly and fearfully. Arthur was unnerved, he had never before seen Tristan show fear "Tristan you will be fine, I'm going to move you. Tell me if it gets worse." Tristan nodded again and inwardly braced himself as his commander gently lifted him from the ground. A soft moan escaped his lips, but nothing more. After a few tentative steps Tristan could see Gawain's anxious face

"Arthur. Gods, what happened to him?"

Arthur shook his head and Gawain dropped back, slinging Galahad's arm over his shoulder and helping him limp after Arthur. Tristan could see his troubled expression though the messy braids that hung around his face and somewhere on the way to the castle he blacked out.