Title: My Knight In Shining Armour
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Two: The Blackness
I said it before I'll say it again, I own nothing except what I make up. As I said before, things will change.
There was a lot of Saxons and they came onto the ice in one big cluster. I raised my eyebrows, how stupid could you be?
"Prepare to fire" Arthur said. Guinevere gave him a look.
"They're far out of range!" she exclaimed. Obviously she didn't know how far Sarmatian bows could fire. I designed my own bow, based on the Sarmatian type. I put three arrows into the string.
"Bors, Tristan" Arthur said, and I fired too. About eight Saxons fell. The knights looked at me approvingly.
"Aim for the outside, push them together!" Arthur ordered. Everyone fired and the Saxons joined together but the ice wasn't cracking.
"It's not breaking, prepare for combat!" Arthur cried. I went to put my bow away but paused when Dagonet threw down his sword and grabbed an axe. I realized what he was doing. As he ran forward Bors exclaimed "Dagonet! Dag what are you doing!?" I was a couple of steps behind him.
"MEL!" Guinevere screamed at me, I ignored her. I was already firing at the Saxons while running. I stood near Dagonet as he tried to break the ice. I got nicked by some arrows, but didn't get hit bad. I saw with horror a Saxon, hidden slightly preparing to fire at Dagonet. I threw a knife at him and hit him in the chest. But I was too late. I looked at Dagonet and he already had three arrows in his side. With a final chop the ice cracked. Dagonet started to fall in the water. As I turned around to him an arrow struck me in the collarbone, I ignored it and began to pull Dagonet out. Arthur came up next to me followed by Bors with a shield. We pulled Dagonet out of the water, and off the ice.
"Hang on Dag, we've got you just hold on." Bors was saying, but it was too late Dagonets life ebbed away before our eyes. I looked towards the Saxons, most were drowning but some were advancing on us. With a savage cry I pulled my sword out and raced toward them. I hacked and stabbed without mercy and eight fell at my sword. As I walked toward the Knights and Gwenevere my energy that kept me going was now depleted, the arrow that struck me was making me lose blood fast. I collapsed into the ground, arrow somehow still in my collarbone. The last thing I was aware of was strong arms lifting me up. Then everything was black.