Fight
Percival eyed his opponent warily. Merlin would never let any true harm come to him, but he knew that Merlin could and would defeat him in a heartbeat.
Or perhaps not.
Percival's sword nearly dragged itself from his hands as it quickly disarmed Merlin. "Oh look, you beat me," Merlin said innocently, the gold fading from his eyes. He cheerfully walked off the field. "That will teach Arthur not to drag me into these stupid tournaments," he grumbled under his breath.