I don't own Merlin.
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The knight came from Mercia. He came to see this country, and found it wanting. He thought himself strong- he challenged a king, the one called Arthur.
He was rejected, handed off to the Kings Champion- Gwaine, they called him.
He was disgusted.
He wanted to kill.
But on his second pass, he found himself flying backwards, propelled by a vicious lance. He landed hard. Scrambled to his feet.
Drew his sword.
Gwaine was already off his horse, own sword drawn.
"Don't make me do this," the long haired man said softly.
The Mercian snarled, and struck out, hard.
Connected.