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In The Line Of Duty
Chapter 6
Merlin looked on comically as all the dollop-heads he had just cooked a delicious meal for came one after another to pile up their empty plates in a growing tower atop his hands. He gave a huff as Arthur heavily dropped the empty pot on top of the tower of plates and teasingly licked the last remains of the yummy stew, giving extra emphasis with a, "Hm-mm, that's delightful."
"Now go wash all that and be back within half an hour."
Merlin shook his head with a smile and turned to walk towards the river. He was glad that however much they liked to play jokes on him, they still always made sure that he got enough food to eat.
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The hooded man lifted his left hand that held a lit torch and the metal bars swung open outwards as his eyes glowed golden from within the depths of his velvet hood, the rest of his face shadowed. In his other hand he held a long oaken shaft of a vicious-looking axe at least five foot in length. The axe trailed behind him on the dungeon floor, its blade gleaming evilly in the dim firelight.
As the man menacingly walked into the cell, Gwaine and Lancelot stood to face him, the rest of the knights following them and standing up surrounding their king.
"Ye can't have the King. You'll have to go through the rest of us first." Gwaine said stiffly, stubbornly standing his ground.
"I have no need for the rest of you." The man whispered and dragged the axe to make it stand like a cane on his right, the blade making screeching noises as it dug into the stone floor, carving grooves through it.
As it came to a perfect stand, the man's eyes glowed aurous again and the knights were all swept off their feet and hurtled at the walls, all crumpling to the floor after a very audible thunk to their heads.
Merlin, now the only one conscious among their group, frightfully raised his eyes to the man and whispered with apprehension, "Who are you?"