Seven - Rescue "Lana?" "Gawain!" "Will you shush!" Lana told Gawain, his arm back around her shoulders. Covering his abdomen, they'd been walking for around six hours, and Gawain was mostly able to walk on his own, though his fresh wound was still halting his travel. Thus Lana was back to crutch duty. She snapped at him, swearing she heard something. Dragging Gawain into the clearing of the trail, she stood still, Gawain narrowing his eyes down the tree-hidden path. "You hear that?" "SHUSH!" Lana repeated smacking Gawain's chest, he flinched back and placed up his hand for surrender. "That's Tristan's horse." Lana looked at Gawain and smacked him again, her face stern, she was sick of him speaking when her ears were fixed on a sound. Hearing her name clearly from Arthur's throat, she sighed with relief. "See Tristan." "Oh Gawain," Lana turned, facing her friend, with the others arriving at their rescue, Lana perched herself on her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. She was beyond happy to finally be rescued. When she moved back, Gawain's eyes looked as though he'd seen a ghost. "DUCK!" He shouted, pushing Lana to the ground. Rolling over, she saw Tristan, and his bow pulled back, arrow discharged in the air. Gawain's face followed the weapon. Woads. He looked down at Lana, his face wincing in pain; he kept himself up with a single palm while pointing towards Tristan. "Run!" Lana looked over his shoulder as a stream of painted men darted towards the two. Lana twisted on the ground, kicking up dirt as the shouting of the Woads increased. Her reaction wasn't to run, snatching Gawain's forearm; she pulled with all she could support. Shock plastered his face, gritting his teeth he shouted yet again, with fury flowing in his words. "Run damn it!" She pulled harder bringing Gawain to his feet. Just then, a horse's grunted behind her, the cavalry had arrived. Gawain pushed Lana back, balancing on his own two feet planted firmly in the ground. "Gawain!" Lana shouted, she'd bent over, grabbing a dagger; she tossed it over his shoulder, connecting it with a Woad in the throat. Blood rushed from the wound, as the Woad fell on his knees. But nothing stopped an arrow from grazing his shoulder while his mouth widened. Grabbing the remaining three from her thighs, she helped hold Gawain up, as Galahad jumped from his horse to assist. Bors, Dagonet, Arthur, and Tristan took over, whaling each Woad with all the power and rage they held in. Lancelot trotted over, and seeing Gawain in the safety of Galahad, Lana was the last to be saved. Shouting her name, she turned holding up her arm, ready to be pulled up onto his horse. Slow motion over came his sight, just as fighting began to die down around them, he connected their wrists to pull her up, as she was held in the mid air, her jaw jerked open, and her eyes welled up. Lancelot quickly turned his horse, unaware of what happened. ((and another! and yes, I do understand that they where truly rescued easily, but understand it's not truly about the rescue, yet the relationships...))