Chapter Three
With one final loud bag the door bursts open, falling useless to the ground as Morgana purposefully strides into the room.
"Arthur." Morgana says, seemingly able to put years of hatred and contempt into just one simple word, her eyes shining with such hared one would think she didn't even need magic to kill a man.
Arthur raises his sword a little higher in response, staring her down as men swarm in around them, making the rest of the knights tighten their circle.
Merlin raises his head from his reclaimed spot on the ground in the middle of the ring of knights and asks, "What the bloody hell does she want to whine about now?"
Both Arthur and Morgana briefly pause in their death glare match to glance at Merlin incredulously.
Merlin quirks one eyebrow at them, then turns to Giaus saying, "That's it I've had it with this shite."
Giaus gets a panicked look about him, quickly trying to assuage his young ward from what he's sure is a fools path, "Merlin don't!"
Merlin drunkenly gets up, waving off both Giaus's warning and Gwen's assistance as he walks over to the edge of the ring and waveringly points at Morgana. "Leave now and I'll spare you." He says, his drunken mind trying for threatening and not really achieving it.
Morgana bursts into laughter while Arthur looks at Merlin like he's just grown four heads.
"Merlin what on earth-?" Arhur asks, but is interrupted when Morgana and the rest of the soldiers suddenly crash into the walls around them, held up like puppets on invisible strings. Even stranger still is the way that their motions seem to coincide with Merlin's moving arms.
