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Protect.
He lunged, ["Get down, Gwaine!"]sword swinging, screeching like the bird of prey he was named for. His vision, clouded red, pounded in time to his heartbeat and one word-
Protect.
Their hot, thick blood ran down his chest as he tore out theirs,["Have mercy, mercy!"] using the long, shining blade that his land was so known for. They came for him, for his friends, but he cut them down one by one, focused on only one thing—
Protect.
Some had magic, but that was fine with him. He did to, after all. But while theirs was cold and harsh, breakable, his was thick and heavy, a bright, shining gold. It only added a little challenge, a little heat, to the already hot, predatory game they played. A game called—
Protect.
He could smell them now, their blood, their death, in the air. But that wasn't all. In the rage he had only gone into a few times in his life, he could smell his friends as well. Their blood, their sweat.
Their fear.
They fought beside him, still, but he had to—
Protect.
They were fleeing, running, losing, ["Cowards! Not so tough now, are you!"]but he could not. The blood fever pounded through him, burning and thick and screaming and he had to—
Protect.
He was faintly aware of friends holding him, screaming in an unintelligible garble ["Merlin! Merlin, it's over they're gone its okay now Merlin, Merlin—"] but he had to help, had to fight, had to—
Protect.
There was a sudden pain in his cheek, and he would have bitten the hand that did it, if it hadn't belonged to one of them. But he soon felt the hands return, gently this time, on either side of his hot, snarling face, and he thrashed and struggled against the hands and the arms holding him down.
He screamed again, not a battle cry, but one for help, one they noticed, responded to, if their stiffening was any hint. But one, soft word ["Merlin."], was spoken, and he was, suddenly, back to himself.
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