A/N: Alas, here are the fruits of my labour -- another chapter! Wow, already on Chapter 24. How did I ever manage that? haha I'm totally on this quest of making this story the longest KA story on this site! .laughs evilly. Well, there is more to come, so never fear! Many more twists and turns, more romance with the knights, new characters and even more revelations for Lourdes on her long journey! This is becoming as long as a book, and I love it. But you know what I love even more? . points. YOU! Thank you so much for reading and an even bigger thank you to those that reviewed! As you can tell, your reviews have definitely influenced me and the plot of this story! I will try to update as quickly as possible! Cheers!

Raging Raven: I thought this was a fun chapter to do! Our heroine, getting PLASTERED! Although, it loses all its fun when you put two guys in the equation that you're both attracted to...then...do stupid things with each of them. But nevertheless, it does create much drama and tension, which I simply love! And it would be interesting to actually have AA meetings back then...but I don't think people cared enough. I imagine that most people drank, and...knights wouldn't stop men on horses for "riding while intoxicated"...although that would be funny.

makedamnsure: Yeah, it was a totally new thing for her, which is why it was so fun to write! Some people completely change when they're plastered, so it was a good twist to create some more romantic drama! But everything shall be answered later on! I give Lancelot kudos for stopping, though. I think our Lancelot is getting too soft now. .cough. I think I'll have to do something about that...hmmm... .grins mischievously.

I can't hate Isabella either, as much as I try to! It's only the jealousy speaking, perhaps. But I'm glad that this chapter is one of your favourites, because it's one of mine, too! I can definitely read it over and over and never get sick of it!

And yaye for Canucks! .salutes. Here's the next chapter for yah! Hope you like it!

magical ex-auror hobbit.: Omg I love how everyone's all surprised at the alcoholic side of Lourdes! haha The poor girl needs a break, don't you think? She has no home, people tried to kill her...not to mention the two bloody knights who are sucking out her emotions! haha I know, it's my own fault for writing it, but hey! I definitely want to show that a person can only take so much before they crack. Damn, I'd probably be drunk everyday if I was in her position! lol But I'd also cut to the chase and just go for Galahad...but then, that's a whole other story!

But yeah, I totally pictured his face when I was writing that. Hugh has this amazing ability to make me feel so sorry for him. Ugh, that puppy dog face of his gets me every time! But I agree, Lourdes was not very nice at all. But I think I'd act the same way...I mean, he got bloody engaged to someone else!

I honestly enjoyed writing her scene with Lancelot. I think he really needed that slap in the face, both literally and figuratively! Will the womanizer change? Hmmm... But of course, Lourdes is quite a talented drunkard! haha She tells it how it is, and sometimes, people just need that.

And Bors! Oh, how I love him to death! I wish I knew someone just like him in real life! He'd totally make my day -- nay, my life! But yayeee, I'm happy that CH 23 is one of your favourite chapters! Wahoo!

And retainers are good, because they help you keep your perfect teeth. Forgive them, will yah? They're only doing their job! hahaha I shall continue on with the story and make sure it doesn't suck! If I ever run out of steam, I'm totally going to you for inspiration:salutes:

Whithered Lover: You think this is cruel? Oh, my dear, there is SO much more to come! lol I love how my story is just progressing! The stakes get higher and higher, and the tension just gets pushed to its limits! Ah, I love it! But I know exactly how you feel. My God, I love Galahad, but there's just something about that Lancelot that I can't get over. I can't be on anyone's team, because that would be just unfair. At this point, I just want the knights to fight as hard as they can for what they want, and I think they will deserve justice in the end...let's hope so! But just remember...people can change in a flash:wink wink: Also hope that Lourdes gets things settled out, because man, I'm definitely feeling sorry for her as I write this!

It's bloody hard to become an ambassador, though! I'll try, but any job in the government is a-ok with me. I do love the perks! And the exchange program is only for a year. England's bloody expensive, and I don't think I can stay for longer than that! Plus, I'll be travelling, so that'll definitely suck up the money I've been earning allll summer! .frowns. Oh well, it's for a good cause.

I'm glad the story is living up to your expectations. I shall only strive to improve it, though! Happy reading, mah sistah! haha

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CHAPTER 24

Arthur stood from his seat, placing the palms of his hands on the Round Table as he surveyed those around him. The large, torch-lit room instantly grew silent, all eyes drawn to him. He eyed each and every one of those present, with his gaze landing lovingly on Guinevere for a few moments, before he looked forward once more.

"Knights, before I begin, I would like to introduce to you all Merlin, the leader of the Woads, and Aiden, a Woadian commander."

All six of the knights turned their eyes to the two Woads, nodding in silent greeting. Both Merlin and Aiden bowed their heads at each of the knights, with Merlin looking at Galahad with mirthful familiarity as Aiden did with Lancelot. Yet, they all remained silent, waiting for Arthur to continue.

"By now, all of you know what plagues us." He pushed his chair back slowly and began to pace from side to side, his countenance firm and unyielding to the news. "And I have just received word from scouts that a band of Shinodians are on their way here." His jaw clenched as he finished. "They shall arrive by dusk."

The room burst into angry cries as clenched fists were pounded onto the table.

"How many?" Tristan spoke up in the near pandemonium within the room, his countenance filled with unwavering intensity.

Arthur took a breath before replying with, "About 100 strong."

"We can take 'em." Dagonet scoffed, filled with resolve as he looked around at his fellow knights. "We can take 500, if need be!"

As the knights spoke with rising emotions amongst themselves, Merlin and Aiden glanced at each other, worry evident in their eyes. They had not seen Lourdes since the night before, and both knew that she would not take the news lightly. With a nod from Merlin, Aiden understood what the old Woad asked of him and quietly left the room.

Arthur placed his hands in front of him in an attempt to calm the knights. He waited for a few moments until their echoed voices died down, then he began once more. "We shall gather all the villagers inside the castle walls. With our defences, the Shinodians will not be able to breech these walls."

"They will burn their homes, kill their stock!" Galahad cried forcefully, painfully remembering the damage that had been done to his village. He placed his hands on the table, using his arms to steady himself as he shook his head. "They will all be left with nothing!"

"We cannot go out there and fight, Galahad." Lancelot answered reasonably, clenching his jaw as he understood the situation. He motioned his hand towards the door, pointing. "There will not be enough able-bodied men here to fend off a hundred Shinodian warriors."

"Then send for help!" Galahad continued with persuasion as he stood up, his fists shaking in anger. "Arthur, ask of other knights in the nearby realms to come to our aid!"

"They would not leave their lands unguarded, lad," Bors let out a sigh, eyeing Galahad with sympathy and consolation, "especially not during these incursions."

Galahad sat down in near defeat, his gaze distant. "Their livelihood will be destroyed."

"But their lives will be protected." Gawain reasoned calmly, turning to him with permissive eyes.

"These walls are strong." stated Guinevere in consolation, her countenance showing signs of hope. "Houses and farmland, we can always rebuild."

Finally coming to a silent consensus, the knights nodded and exhaled in acquiesce. Once more, they were to be brothers at arms in the battlefield, risking their lives to protect others. Their months as free men were truly short-lived; though now, they could all agree that this was a battle of their own choosing, that this battle was now their own cause.

"How many do you think can fight by our side?" Tristan questioned as he broke the silence, crossing his arms.

"30, maybe 35 at the most." Arthur breathed out the sigh at his count of all the men. All the knights knew that this was not nearly enough to fight back a Shinodian attack. As they began to speak of ideas as to how to defend the castle, Merlin tapped his staff on the ground as he stood, clearing his throat.

"The Woads shall fight."

The knights halted their speech abruptly, and all eyes landed on Merlin.

"There are 39 of us here." he continued, nodding to Arthur. He glanced at Guinevere, giving her a tender smile. "40, including Lady Guinevere."

The knights surveyed each other for a moment, at first overwhelmed by the fact that their old enemies were willing to stand by their side and fight, and that now, with their combined numbers, they actually stood a chance of fending off the Shinodians. After a few moments, another silent consensus was made, with Guinevere and the knights bowing in thanks to Merlin.

"So what do you propose, Arthur?" Lancelot asked as all the knights then turned their attention to their commander.

"We take all that we can from outside of the walls and barricade the entrance. Then, we gather every able-bodied man to fight." Arthur replied, his face firm with resolve. "We defend from atop the walls."

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"Lourdes. Lourdes!"

Groaning, Lourdes placed the pillow above her head, desperately trying to block out the incessant noise. When the calling would not stop, she squealed in annoyance, flailing her arm aimlessly in the air. When it did not connect with anything, she plopped it back down tiredly on the bed, burying her face into the sheets.

"Lourdes, this is not the time to sleep in. Now, get up this instant!"

Unexpectedly, she swung her pillow at the source of the voice, finally hitting something. She smiled in triumph as she giggled to herself, rolling over to the other side of the bed.

Her few moments of peace were rudely interrupted as she felt someone tugging at her feet. Her eyes grew wide at this, and she was pulled halfway off of the bed, feet touching the floor. She helplessly gripped the side of the bed, taking the sheets with her, but it was all to no avail. Pushing her hair from her face, she squinted up at the figure, ready and willing to scream at them.

"Aiden, you bloody..."

"What the bloody hell happened to you?" Aiden winced at her current state, seeing her disheveled hair, wrinkled dress and tired eyes. She waved dismissively at him, using the bed to prop herself up. Sitting down, she breathed out, running her fingers through her face and hair.

"I do not know what happened." she finally answered, with little recollection of what had occurred after she had walked into the courtyard. "I do not know how I even ended up here!"

"Do not tell me that you were intoxicated!" scolded Aiden, voice lining with reproach. He pointed a stern finger at her. "Now, you do not even know what you did last night!"

"It doesn't bloody matter." she said with disdain, eyeing him with a tired gaze. "As long as I temporarily forget everything, then I am content."

Aiden exhaled at this, taking a seat beside her. He truly sympathized with her and what she was going through. Though, he also knew that one must build strength and character from the negative circumstances of one's life, for without doing so, one will not survive in this world.

"Lourdes, you must get over this now." he sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "There are much greater things to worry about now."

His cryptic speech filled Lourdes with apprehension. She squinted her eyes, now filled with dread. "What do you mean?"

Aiden took her hands in his, squeezing them tightly. "Lourdes, a band of Shinodian warriors are on their way here. They will arrive by dusk...all 100 of them."

Immediately, Lourdes' face turned white, the room in front of her spinning. "No..." she breathed weakly, using Aiden's arm for support. "It cannot be!"

He then embraced her, resting his chin on her head. "Whatever happens, Lourdes," he began, tightening his grip on her, "promise me that you will not fight. Stay out of danger and look after those around you. Make sure that..."

"Aiden, this is my fight." she said with conviction through a pain-filled voice, shaking his arm as she glanced at him pleadingly. "I cannot do nothing!"

He cupped her face in his hands, gazing at her with strong eyes. "You are royalty, Lourdes. It is the duty of warriors to protect you."

In truth, Lourdes had almost forgotten this fact. She was so caught up in heartache and pain that she needed to remind herself of her true identity, the original purpose of this journey. Though, Aiden's reasoning was not good enough for her. It made her feel even more guilty.

"I shall not let others' blood be spilt because of me!" she gripped his arms, burying her face in his chest. "I shall not carry anymore of that guilt!"

Aiden's heart grew heavier and heavier, understanding her predicament and all that she was feeling. How can he make her understand that none of this was her doing, that she could not control what others do and not do?

Another feeling then passed through Aiden, but what he felt then, he would not dare share with Lourdes. Tears began to form in his own eyes as he desperately tried to push those thoughts away, focusing his thoughts, rather, on consoling the distressed maiden. He held Lourdes closer, the two finding comfort in one another, only their breathing sounding in the room.

"If I am sure of anything in this world, I am sure of this." Aiden began in a mere whisper, kissing Lourdes' forehead. "I shall protect you until the end."

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Arthur's castle and the surrounding village was filled with activity, most in near panic at the impending danger. As dusk began to settle, every living soul flocked inside the castle walls, taking every provision that they could manage and leaving everything that they could spare. Women and children cried and wailed as they hurried into the inner keep while the men gathered in the courtyard to arm themselves. Helmets, breastplates, bows and arrows, all being given one by one those who were willing and able to fight. Sarmatians and Woads of all ages prepared themselves, the newly allied combatants greeting each other with brisk nods and steady armshakes.

Arthur, his knights, Merlin and Aiden stood atop the ramparts in a line, overlooking the wide fields, searching for any sign of the enemy. They had to be close now, they figured, for night had fallen. Uttering no words, they kept their bows and arrows close by, the strong east wind hitting their faces, swirling the tendrils of their hair into the air. This was now their cause, their fight - and as free men, they will fight until the end.

Guinevere walked through the dark corridors, holding a lone candle in her hand. Concerned about Lourdes' well-being, she made her way towards her chambers, knocking softly on the wooden door. She did not hear her respond, but only heard her soft, distant sobs. Frowning, Guinevere cracked the door open, entering the room slowly. She found Lourdes sitting on her bed, face in her hands, as she trembled with emotion.

"Lourdes..." Guinevere began, pursing her lips as she walked to her side.

With tear-filled eyes, Lourdes finally looked up to the sound of her voice, eyes bloodshot, dry tears lining her face. Her face turned into an expression of perplexity as she examined Guinevere, the Woad wearing her battle garments, clutching a bow in her left hand and carrying a quiver of arrows on her back.

"You...you are going to fight?" Lourdes breathed out the statement, stunned.

Guinevere nodded firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Lourdes, you must go into the inner keep. It is dangerous for you to stay here."

Before Lourdes could answer her, the two looked up in alarm towards the window, hearing the faint sounds of horns coming from the distance. They glanced back at one another with wide eyes, both knowing that the Shinodians have finally come. Lourdes was filled with dread, her heart beating quickly as she tried to sift through the thoughts in her head.

With firm resolve, she took Guinevere's hands in hers, her brown eyes inflamed. "I will not let all of you risk your lives for me while I do nothing but hide." Guinevere shook her head, but before she could protest, Lourdes stated, "I shall fight with you."

Seeing the steadiness in her eyes and the strength exhibited in her voice, Guinevere nodded in acceptance, knowing that she could no longer persuade the maiden to do anything but. In an instant, the two ran from the room without hesitation. They made their way towards the now empty courtyard, salvaging the armour and weapons that they could. The rain poured relentlessly on their heads as Lourdes armed herself, hastily placing on a breastplate and a helmet with trembling fingers. Pushing away the feeling of the heavy weight of the armour, she placed two quivers of arrows on her back and held a bow on either hand. Nodding once to Guinevere as she finished, the two ran towards the ramparts, where they saw the men lined up along the walls, bows ready at hand.

The horns sounded even louder as Lourdes reached the top of the steps, heart beating even faster. Finally managing to look out into the distance, her face turned white, seeing the line of Shinodian warriors coming closer and closer on horseback. She was both frightened and fascinated at the sight, the sublimity of the situation engulfing her as she finally saw those of her race. She examined them even closer, seeing their horses draped with colourful cloth, their faces guarded by large, wide helmets, their bodies covered with such elaborate armour that seemed like a second skin. Lourdes swallowed, finally seeing those that shared her land, her history and her ancestry. Suddenly, she shook as a lone roar sounded from the group. Their leader, his face masked and his head hooded, rode a distance away from the marching army, sword in the air. His formidable cry was met by the others behind him as they rode forward.

"There are more than one hundred of them!" She heard a man's panicked voice as he turned to a Woadian warrior beside him.

Fear finally took over Lourdes as she turned her back to the wall, closing her eyes. She began to hyperventilate, the pounding rain mixing with her tears as they flowed in small rivulets down her cheeks. Releasing her bows, she followed them to the ground, sinking, her vision swirling, emotion taking over her.

"Lourdes, what are you doing here!"

She blinked to see Galahad, jogging to her side. As he crouched near her, he removed her helmet, placing his arms gently on the side of her head with fear and concern evident in his eyes. Trembling uncontrollably, she wrapped her arms around his neck, sinking into his arms, searching for any comfort. He embraced her lovingly, resting his cheek on the side of her head, hushing her gently.

"Prepare for combat!" came Arthur's faint voice from the middle of the ramparts.

The combatants readied their arrows, moving closer to the ledge of the wall. Lancelot breathed out, reaching for an arrow in his quiver. As he did this, his eyes caught something on his right side. And as he glanced back, he swallowed, his chest now visibly rising and falling. He blinked twice, seeing Lourdes in Galahad's arms, sobbing as the knight tenderly rubbed her back.

"Lancelot."

His head snapped to the sound of Arthur's voice, who looked at him with a firm gaze.

"Go to the left wing of the ramparts." Arthur ordered, pointing behind him. "Command the warriors there."

With a brisk nod, Lancelot finally tore his eyes away from the scene that he had witnessed, running to his assigned post. He could not think of his feelings now, not when the Shinodians were so close before them.

"Lourdes, you should not be here." Galahad declared, helping her to her feet as she gripped his arms. "Please, go in the inner keep!"

Gathering what was left of her courage, she sniffed, picking up the bow from the ground. "I want to fight."

Retrieving her grasp from Galahad, she placed the helmet back on, taking a place in the line of men. Her entire body shook as she lifted her arrow, ready to fire, as the Shinodians came closer and closer towards the castle walls. By now, they were merely 300 yards from where they all stood, not deterred by the readied arrows that pointed their way.

At this point, Galahad knew that Lourdes would not go to safety without a fight. Instead of forcing her against her will, he stood by her side, readying his bow and arrow as well. Lourdes momentarily looked up at the knight, his face dripping with water, eyes fixated on the enemy, before turning her attention once more to the Shinodians.

"Hold until I give the command!" Arthur roared, holding his hand in the air. The cries of the Shinodian warriors and the sound of the hooves of their horses came ever closer, and every combatant became more and more tense. They looked to Arthur expectantly for his command, yet the knight held his hand steady. Just as the Shinodians rode within the 200-yard mark, Arthur finally dropped his hand. "Fire!"

A shower of arrows were then released, the rainfall somewhat affecting their flight. The arrows connected with the Shinodian warriors, some immediately dropping to the ground, others lucky enough to block the arrows with their shields. Horses neighed in alarm and in pain as arrows ripped through them, throwing some warriors to the ground. Confident at their range, the defenders reloaded as quickly as they could and fired once more.

Almost immediately after the defenders fired their second shots, they heard the Shinodian leader cry out an order. In a flash, Shinodian archers rode to the front of the group, their bows and arrows readied as their horses halted. With another shouted order, they fired.

"Take cover!" cried Arthur, ducking behind the ledge of the wall. The line of warriors held up their shields as quickly as they could. Though, arrows continually pierced right through them, claiming some of their lives. Bodies fell from the top of the ramparts, landing both over the wall and some falling backwards, falling into the courtyard. Arthur gritted his teeth at this loss, becoming more enraged. "Fire at will!"

Chaos then erupted. The shouts and cries of all the warriors filled the air, mixing with the hooves of horses and the rain, thunder and lightning in the sky. There were almost 300 Shinodians, all on horseback, coming at full gallop towards the wall in pure attack. Some dismounted their horses, running off to the wagons at the rear, retrieving a 20-foot wooden battering ram. The defenders yelled at this sight, automatically aiming for the Shinodians who carried the ram, who courageously proceeded to slam the wooden doors with relentless force. Arthur screamed orders for some to stand behind the entrance, blocking it with everything they could and keeping their body weight on it as Shinodians continued to swing the ram and break through it.

Lourdes gasped and ducked at the oncoming shower of arrows, curling into a ball behind the top of the curtain wall. Galahad gritted his teeth, grasping his shield and hovering it over the two of them as he held her. Two arrowheads pierced through the shield, stopping dangerously close to Galahad's face. As the shower of arrows halted, they resurfaced above the wall, shooting more arrows down at the Shinodians, who were now merely 50 yards before them.

Dagonet let out a roar as he helped Bors and a few Woadian warriors push heavy cauldrons of boiling tar above the wall. Even in the rain, the smouldering liquid landed on Shinodian warriors, the sound of their burning of their skin mixing with their pain-filled cries. More Shinodian warriors came, taking the place of the fallen and continuing to heave the battering ram onto the door.

Tristan and Gawain scanned the walls side by side, moving with great speed and dexterity as they picked out the Shinodian warriors who were coming too close to the wall. Shooting arrows two by two, they evaded incoming arrows, never missing a target and never incurring any injuries.

By then, everything became a blur and a whisper to Lourdes - the water in her eyes, the yells and cries of the warriors, arrows piercing the sky, the booming sound of the battering ram on the heavy, wooden doors. There was so much confusion around her, so much distress, that she could not keep herself steady. Falling to her knees, she crawled, picking up fallen arrows and refilling her quiver. As she stood up, she was immediately shoved away, hitting the ground hard on her stomach. Grunting, she pushed herself up, turning to see what had happened.

She found Aiden a few metres from her, lying motionless on his back.

"Aiden!" she screamed, running to his side. Lourdes' eyes grew wide in horror as she saw an arrowhead piercing through his chest. Dirt and sweat lining his face, he laid in a pool of blood, the rain washing it away from his body in small rivulets. Trembling, she took his head and placed it on her lap, panic taking over her. She desperately looked around, a river of tears streaming down her face. "Someone! Help!"

Nobody seemed to hear her. Crying out in anguish, she placed her face on top of Aiden's, rocking slowly. Then, she felt Aiden's cold, trembling hand as it made its way to the side of her face, brushing her hair tenderly. He gasped for breath as he tried to speak, his face becoming paler and paler, his lips turning blue.

"Aiden, Aiden..." Lourdes repeated in anguish. Through her tears, she tried to examine the wound, thinking if she could somehow pull the arrow out. As her fingers gingerly felt for the arrow shaft below the arrowhead, Aiden gripped her wrist.

"Leave it." he breathed out, choking out blood as he twisted his head to the side. Lourdes' face scrunched up even more in pain, placing her hand on her face in torment.

"Aiden, you cannot leave me!" she cried in despair, her fingers rubbing the side of his face. "Please, Aiden!"

He only smiled comfortingly at her, kissing the palm of her hand. "It was an honour protecting you, different one." he whispered, feeling the hair that fell from her face. "You were the sister that I never had."

"Do not speak such words!" she shrieked in between her sobs, shaking her head, "You will not die, Aiden! You will not!"

"You always tried to control what you couldn't." Aiden tried to laugh, but coughed instead. His blue eyes were brimming with tears, half-closed as he gazed up at her. "I love you, Lourdes. I will be watching over you."

With one final breath, Aiden's body fell limp in Lourdes' arms. She threw her head back to the sky, wailing in uncontrollable agony.

It was only then that she caught Lancelot's attention. Pushing his way through the horde of warriors, he made his way towards her, eyes aghast at the sight before him. He fell on his knees at Lourdes' side, cupping her face in his hands. As he looked down, he gulped at the sight of Aiden's lifeless body, still held inside Lourdes' arms. Lancelot's countenance revealed such confusion, such emotion, and at that moment, he did not know what to say to her.

Lourdes couldn't even feel his touch. Her eyes stared blankly in front of her, chest rising and falling as tears cascaded down her face. She placed Aiden's head gently onto the ground, standing up. Then, without warning, she turned and dashed behind her, grabbing a bow and a quiver of arrows from the ground as she broke into a run.

"Lourdes!" Lancelot yelled in alarm, running after her. "Lourdes, get away from there!"

She scanned the rampart's walls, not heeding anything around her. She only concentrated on the Shinodians below, each arrow connecting with one, always dealing a deathblow. She screamed through her tears, not caring about the lives that she was taking, the injuries that she was receiving on her arm, nor the warriors that took aim at her.

Lourdes could faintly hear Lancelot calling out to her. She pushed his voice away, reloading her arrow once more.

Before Lancelot could reach her, Lourdes felt a stabbing pain on her upper torso, which then coursed throughout her entire body. Gasping, she dropped her weapon and fell on her knees, then collapsing into Lancelot's arms. He screamed her name as she looked up at him - but to her, his voice was only a mere whisper.

After a few moments, everything turned black.

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A/N: .gasp. Is this the end for our heroine? Tune in...er...next day?...for the next chapter!

Also, please review! I'd like to hear what you thought of this chapter and the entire story itself! What do you feel about the characters? How is the plot shaping up to be? Who do you want to die? hahaha That's just mean. But yes. Just click that Go button on the bottom left hand side of your screen and review! Thank you!

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GAME TIME! Yeah, I'm trying to make things a little more interesting here! haha

P.S. I'm asking once more...WHO'S TEAM ARE YOU ON! The BLUE TEAM, aka LANCELOT'S TEAM or The GREEN TEAM, aka. GALAHAD'S TEAM!

Now let's play a game...WHY are you on their team and what would make you change your mind? hehe .rings bell. Now...FIGHT FOR YOUR KNIGHT! ...and let me know why you love which knight so much and choose them over the other:smiles: