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----------Chapter 13----------
-----Kamilia's POV-----
My heart sank as I looked over the field of Saxons. Arthur was the only one to ride forward to talk to the leader. A few heated words were exchanged for as most as I could tell, and then Arthur rode back to us. He didn't tell us what was said, but with one look in his eyes I could understand that he was ever so proud of us. Since we were free we had every opportunity to leave, but our loyalty and love for Arthur made us stay and Arthur knew it.
"Well, it's been nice knowing you guys," said Bors.
"What are you talking about?" exclaimed Marietta.
"We have our whole lives ahead of us! NONE of us are going to die and if you do, I well personally dig you back up out of your grave and stab you some more until I am for sure that you are dead!"
"Well that's comforting," Lancelot whispered to Gawain as he smiled. I gave them both a glare that would send any other man to his grave.
"Well, I guess I shouldn't die now. Especially since Vanora is going to have another one of mine," stated Bors.
Everyone, including Arthur, had a smile across their face.
"Maybe this time you'll name the poor thing," Marietta muttered.
Suddenly, the mighty doors to the Wall opened and about 30 or so Saxons emerged. They seemed cautious, but still tried to act as if nothing was going to happen to them.
"The poor fools," stated Galahad.
We all looked to Arthur, waiting for his command. He nodded and we all rode forth towards the Saxons. We were like ghosts in the fog and the Saxons had no clue as to what was going on. We rode forth without making a sound and charged through their ranks, killing as many as we could as we passed by. Once we were through, we rode back halfway up the hill and looked back down. The Saxons were in complete disarray and were screaming. "Bad idea" I thought.
Out of nowhere, thousands of arrows came flying across the sky and landed amongst the Saxons. The Woads had done their job. When the Woads had finished firing, we again rode forth and sliced through the Saxons ranks. We continued this process until none stood. When the screaming had finally come to an end, the rest of the Saxon army came through the gates. I was ready, and I knew my comrades were as well.
A line of fire broke out and separated the army that was our cue. As we charged forth on one side of the line, the Woads ran on the other, slicing through Saxons as they went. Our horses trampled over many and our weapons sliced many a limb. I could see Lancelot on my right, but no matter how hard I tried to stay with him, I always seemed to be drifting away. Soon I could see him anywhere and I started to panic. What if something happened to him and I would not be able to help? My thoughts were cut off short when an extremely tall and muscular Saxon came towards me, club raised and ready to fight.
"Oh, great. Just what I need!" I said to myself as I dismounted.
"You killed my master's son!" he yelled at me.
Everyone near us turned and stared, as if unaware that they were supposed to be fighting.
"YOU KILLED LORD CYNRIC!" he roared.
The spectators formed a circle around the huge man and me.
"It was his own fault." I said a smirk on my face. "He wouldn't have let himself get killed if he was so important."
With that said, the gigantic man rushed towards me. I dodged, but soon found that his bulk did not reduce his speed. He slashed at me, and made a thin slice across my chest. The circle around us moved in closer and they started to yell for their side. I circled the man, looking for a weak spot, but could find none. This man had tons of muscle and was mad, which usually worked to my advantage, but this was not a usual fight. I rushed forward, trying to catch him off guard but had no such luck. He dodged and swung his sword at me, which made me fall to the ground to avoid. He went to step on my head, but I rolled out from under him and made a swing at his back. I made contact, but he didn't seem to notice. We continued our fight for what seemed like eternity. Little did I know that there was more than our little crowd that was watching us.
-----Tristan's POV-----
As I looked around to assess the situation and see how much damage had been done, I looked to see a large group of men who weren't fighting. I jogged closer to get a better look. I was surprised to see Kamilia face off with a colossal man no smaller than seven feet tall. She already had a long, shallow cut across her chest and was now sporting a deep slice in her arm. As I started to ride forward to save her from what was sure to be certain death, I saw that I was not the only one making their way towards the match. Cerdic, the Saxon leader, was also slicing through Woads to get to the two fighters, staring straight ahead as if nothing else mattered. I hastily changed directions in order to cut off the Saxon leader before he reached them. I got right in front of him and we started to circle one another. This would be interesting.
-----Kamilia's POV-----
"Die you miserable piece of flesh!" the giant screamed.
He ran forward, sword swinging. I dodged and made a blow of my own, he blocked and we continued fighting. He was able to get the upper hand by using his strength and pushed me down to the ground. I winced as my wounds met with the cold, hard earth. I now also sported a scratch across my right cheek and a deep cut to my thigh. He kicked the sword from my hand and placed his own at my throat.
I tried to dodge and get away, but he threw away his sword and grabbed the scruff of my neck, lifting me up off of the ground.
"Die-" he screamed, but his words were cut off short.
Both he and I looked down, and found a sword protruding from his chest. I looked up and over the man's shoulder, and found Lancelot looking back at me. His face held anger, but his eyes were a different story. They were full of fright and sadness as he looked into my own eyes. As the giant man fell to the ground, he released my throat and I also fell. Lancelot ran forward and helped me sit up.
"Kamilia are you all right?" he asked.
He looked me over to see if any of my wounds would need immediate treatment. I shook my head but winced as my head throbbed.
"I'm fine, really," I said.
I didn't want him to know that I almost felt like fainting. I had lost a lot of blood and I didn't know how long I would last out in this damn battle. I could tell he knew I was lying, for he picked me up and whistled for his horse. He placed me in the saddle, and then got up behind me and we rode for the wall, were at least I would have some protection.
-----Marietta's POV-----
I had sliced through the umpteenth Saxon and I looked around to see where my fellow knights were. I found Gawain and Galahad fighting side by side, they seemed to be fine. Bors was still charging down Saxons with his horse and Dagonet was hacking his way through. Arthur was also nearby and was fighting his enemies without mercy. Everyone seemed to be fine. But I couldn't find Kami, Lancelot, or Tristan. O gods! What if something bad happened to them? I called for Zeki and she came. I mounted and rode off looking for my friends.
I found Tristan. He wasn't too far from where Arthur was fighting, but the reason I couldn't see him from before was that I small crowd had circled around him and his opponent. I rode closer and my heart stopped. My true love was fighting the leader of the Saxons, Cerdic, and by the looks of it, Tristan's strength was rapidly leaving his body. He had several large cuts and a long line of blood ran from his head and down his face. He fell on his knees as I reached the outside of the circle. I screamed and tried my best to get to the pair. I could see that Cerdic had thrown Tristan's lost sword back at him and that Tristan was made a move to get it. But I watched in horror as I saw Cerdic step forward, grab Tristan by his hair, and pull his head back exposing his throat. I screamed again, but I was still unable to get to them. Cerdic looked up and looked straight at Arthur, as if daring him to come any closer. That was my chance. I reached down and pulled out my favorite throwing dagger. I closed my eyes and for the first time in my life prayed that my aim would be true. I opened my eyes and threw as hard as I could.
My dagger had landed in his hip, right in between Cerdic's armor plates. As I ran forward to save Tristan, Arthur also ran forward. He went to Cerdic and sliced his head off with out a word. I reached for Tristan and laid him on the ground so that I could get a better look at his wounds.
"Tristan are you OK?" I asked panic filled my voice as I looked over his body.
"Define ok," he stated weakly. Then he laughed but it turned into a cough, there was blood. My eyes filled up with tears. He turned to look at me and wiped away a stray tear from my cheek.
"I promised you, before we began this fight, that I would live. I've never broken a promise before and more than that, for the first time in my life, I want to live. Because I have something to live for, You."
I smiled and he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. My Tristan would be alright.
-----Lancelot's POV-----
I rode hard to the Wall. I had never been as scared in my life as I had been as I watched that big oaf lift my Kami off her feet like that. But what had scared me the most was her face. It held no fear; no, Kamilia would let no enemy know that she was afraid. But it held defeat, it said that she knew that she was about to die and that she was all right with that. I knew that she feared dying in some way. She told me herself that she didn't want to die quite yet as she had so much to live for. She had accepted defeat, she had accepted death. I shuddered and I felt her tense up in her seat. I pushed my horse faster and we reached the Wall in almost no time at all. I dismounted and helped her to get down. I gently laid her down and again looked her over. As I started to wipe her face of blood, she lifted her good arm and pointed behind me. I turned around just in time as an ugly looking Saxon made a blow to my head. I swiftly pulled out my sword, blocked and stood up. In one swift motion, the man was dead. I spent the rest of the battle defending Kamilia.
-----Gawain's POV-----
I watched from afar as Arthur sliced off that damned Saxon's head.
"Thank you gods!" I whispered.
The battle was over. Word was being spread at the very moment that the Saxon leader had been killed.
"Hello! Gawain?" exclaimed Galahad.
"What?" I snapped back as a Saxon came forward and attempted to kill me. I disemboweled him easily.
"You know that we won right?" he said.
"Of course I know!" I yelled.
"Then why are these idiots still fighting?" I sighed. Sometimes he just doesn't put two and two together.
"Because they don't want to die smart ass. They know they lost they just don't want to admit it yet!" I hollered back.
"Oooh," he said as it finally dawned on him.
After a while the fighting finally ended and we met up with Bors, Dagonet and Arthur.
"Hey, have any of you seen the others?" Arthur asked, his face filled with worry.
Just then Guinevere walked up and smiled as she saw that Arthur was all right.
"Have you seen the rest of my knights?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Yeah I saw Tristan and Marietta over there," she mentioned over to her right. "But I haven't seen Lancelot or Kamilia anywhere. The last time I saw them they were fighting the giant Saxon man."
"
O gods we got to find them!" shouted Galahad.
"Alright Bors, Dag, and Galahad, follow Gwen and help Tristan and Marietta out. Gawain, you come with me to find Lancelot and Kamilia."
With that said, everyone left. Arthur and I mounted and we rode around searching for our friends. After asking around we found them. They were sitting up against the Wall, Kami was resting her head on Lancelot's shoulder and while she pressed a cloth up to her arm. As we rode up, my heart skipped a beat when I saw that neither of them was in the best condition. Lancelot was sporting a deep cut on his arm and Kami was covered in blood. Lancelot had tried his best to bandage the wounds but they just didn't seem to want to stop bleeding.
"Arthur!" he said as we rode up and dismounted. He tried to get up but groaned and sat back down. We rushed towards them.
"Lancelot what happened! Come on we have to get you to a healer!" Arthur exclaimed.
"No don't worry about me. Look after Kami first, she's lost a lot of blood and I don't know how long she will make it," he said his voice distinctly shaky.
"I'll carry her with me and I'll get her to the healer as fast as I can," I said. "You can stay with Arthur and he can help you make it back to the fort."
I looked to Arthur to see what he thought about this and he nodded in agreement. I looked to Lancelot and he also nodded. I then picked up Kamilia and placed her on my horse. I mounted behind her and took off without a backward glance.
-----Marietta's POV-----
The others found us with a lot of yelling and shouting. I looked up and found Bors, Dag, Galahad, and Guinevere all looking down at Tristan and me.
"Hey guys," I said. They all smiled, all except for Bors of course.
"You two worried me sick! Did you know that I was getting ready to come over here and knock you two senseless before Dag over here told me to calm down!" he yelled.
"Nope. But I can definitely tell that whatever Dag said didn't exactly work!" I smirked at the look on his face.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? DON'T I LOOK CALM?" he bellowed.
"Bors calm down your acting like a chicken with its head cut off," muttered Tristan.
Everyone laughed at that, and once Bors realized that he had been overreacting, he also joined in with the laughing.
"All right then, now that that's over lets get you two up to the fort. Looks like you're going to need a pretty good healer," stated Dagonet.
I nodded and looked down at Tristan. He nodded and started to get up. Bors and Dag came over and helped him stand as Galahad and Gwen helped me. We all walked back to our horses as one big, jolly bunch of knights.