"Why are you doing this?"
"You would never understand," she leered at him.
And Arthur watched, helpless, as the group of sorceresses sent blast after blast unto the castle walls. Without him, his knights were left to fend for themselves.
And he saw them again.
Those brilliant, stunning blue eyes.
"Stop the attack, Morgana." his voice was layered, but it was fleetingly familiar.
"Who are you?"
"That is none of your concern. I'm giving you a chance to cease your assault."
She smirked and sent a silent call. In seconds, the witches gathered around her.
It was a dozen against one.
They never had a chance.