Blazing orange jets of fire filled the knight's vision as he struggled to avoid being led over the edge of the cliff by his opponents. From the corner of his eye he could see Percival's blade clashing with that of her attacker; the rouge knights had underestimated the female's power and had sent only one of their number against the cat, more had attempted to join the brawl after witnessing the graceful ease in which she had engaged the first but the powerful flames held them at bay.
The whistle of wind forced Galahad back to his surroundings as he ducked to avoid a throwing knife. Now was not the time to be absorbed in thoughts of the beautiful knight. Eager for some breathing space the silver hedgehog unleashed a telekinetic blast that caused his foes to stubble and allowed him to move away from the sickening drop.
The deafening clangs of steel and the grunts of pain and despair were cut off by a startled scream and Galahad felt his blood run cold. Percival was pinned to the wall by five of the burly rouges who they were facing; they had clearly used the cover of the flames to plan an ambush. Normally these odds wouldn't trouble the young knight; his companion was second in skill only to Sir Lancelot, but today they were without the protection of their armour and the simplest of blows could mean the end for the female knight. Seeing red Galahad found his mind was void of all training and reason. The gold eyes were fixed on the leader's blade which was slowly arching towards the lilac furred throat. The hedgehog saw red as he blindly threw his weight into the group and sent the leader staggering… straight towards the edge of the cliff.
Their limbs were tangled, heaving breathing filled the pair as the silver knight found the sharp blade of a knife on his chest and the last of the land disappeared between his feet. Both rouge and knight would fall. The gold eyes locked on the amber orbs of his lover, now wide with fear and despair; her hands were hung uselessly at her side, sword forgotten as she watched her best friend meet his end.
"Galahad!" The single word filled with such raw emotion and longing was like a cut.
As the air caught him, Galahad's vision was filled with a wall of flame which shot across the lip of the rocks. The sound of steel and men's cries filled the air as the young knight reached out and found himself clinging to a ledge by the tips of his fingers. The precarious grip weakening by the second, Galahad watched in amazement as the angelic form of Percival peered fearful over the edge and saw him.
Risking her own safety the young feline fixed her claws into the rock and clambered down the cliff face to reach him, her white gloves caught his wrists as he felt his strength failing. Sweat covered the cat's shoulders as she pulled him up and fought to keep her own hold but slowly the both reached the top. Panting, Galahad fell to his knees before being forced backwards by the force of his partner throwing herself upon him.
"I thought I'd lost you." Were the only words to escape the white muzzle before the beautiful candles that were Percival's eyes extinguished themselves sobbing into his white furred chest.
Stunned by the day's events Galahad reached a hand to caress Percival's purple tipped locks and kissed her face. Eventually the sobbing subsided but still the cat clung to her lover as thought the wind would carry him away. Her eyes were closed and each breath she took was timed perfectly with the beating of his heart; to her there was no better lullaby in the world.