"Make sure the families are safe. As quickly as you can drive them on." Lillian shouted to Axel as they arrived to the camp. It was no rumor after all. Saxons. All around. On the ground she saw several Romans and one of her knights. Elizabeth. Grief struck her as she dismounted her horse. Unsheathing her swords she dug the into the ground beside her. Reaching down she grasped the dirt beneath her and ran the dust over her hands. Lancelot always thought it to be a stupid ritual and had made fun of her when they practiced but she thought should she ever fall she would like to know the ground beneath her. Looking she saw Axel leading the families to safety striking down several Saxons along the way. Rearming herself she looked to the warfare before her.

"Lets do this." Running into the onslaught of swords and arrows she quickly took down a Saxon whose back was to her, his arrow aimed for Axel, taking down another as she turned. Judging by the clothes they were, these were the scouts of the Saxon clan. The ones who would clear the path for the rest which meant the entire army was not far behind. Covered with the blood of her enemies she saw more emerge from the trees. "They just dont know when to quit do they."

Stealing a quick glance she noticed Axel and the families were gone. Several Romans and Knights stayed to delay the attacking horde. 'Atleast they are safe.' Lillian thought to herself as she ran her sword through an oncoming Saxon. He moaned and spat blood on her armor before falling to the blood soaked ground beneath her. Whipping around she saw two more coming her way. One on either side. Swords at the ready she waited for the first blow. He swung his crude blade high and hard but met both of hers as she deflected the blow aimed for her head. Their blades interlocked and she stared into the cold stone eyes of her enemy.

"Time to die Sarmatian hore." He spat. His eyes darted to the second Saxon.

A quick glance to her right showed the second man coming at her with daggers in hand. With all the strength she could muster she pushed the first back and turned to take the other down but was not quck enough. The mans dagger sliced her flesh, biting her lip she fought the urge to scream in pain. Quickly she dug one of her twin swords into the foul mans back bringing him down. The blade went in easily through the flesh. As he fell she heard him cry out the go silent. A pain surged through her head and all went dark around her. "Lancelot" she whispered to the wind before falling to the ground.

"We have to leave Arthur. They are in danger." Lancelot cried to Arthur. His voice pleading with the man before him. All around the Sarmatians had gathered.

Reading the note Jols had found in the room that had housed Cauis on his stay. "But this is a warning. It does not mean it is true. Just a precaution." Arthur answered holding the note to Lancelot.

"But what if its not." Lancelot answered. "Arthur, what if it is not. What if there are Saxons in the area. What if they were to late and the Saxons overtook their post. They could need our help." Thoughts of Lillian crying out to him, of her fighting all bloodied and outnumbered filled his head and he could not get them out.

"And what if they are safe Lancelot. What if I okay this mission and we leave and it turns out nothing was wrong to begin with." Arthur said trying to reason with the Knight before him. Still it troubled him that Caius had recieved such a letter and not told them.

"Then we will look the fools but, I would rather look the fool then be right. Please Arthur, something is wrong here I feel it." Lancelot said emotion filling his words. His dark auburn eyes search that of his commanders.

"Jols," Arthur said aloud, his eyes still transfixed upon Lancelots.

"Yes Arthur?" The man said stepping forward.

"Ready the horses. We leave immediatly." Arthur said. The man left post haste and prepared the horses. Several Knights left to aid him.

"Thank you Arthur." Lancelot said solemly.

"Let us hope you are wrong and that there is no meaning behind this." Arthur said holding the letter up.