Here's another update. Thank you to all who read and I hope you all enjoy the storyI admit its a bit longer then what I had entended but I really got into it. But all good things must come to an end and so will this. Just not with this page. Please read and review and I will update soon. I am already working on the next chapter so it will be up soon. Thank you again and please enjoy.

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The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she met the ground hard. Spitting she tried to rid herself of its taste. She could her the sound of swords and the final moans of those that lay dying as she struggled back on her elbows. Vision blurred by the tears that brimmed her eyes do to the blow she had been dealt.Rolling over she spat out the last remnence of blood in her mouth. Looking back she saw a Saxon at her feet, sword raised high. Immediatly she looked for her weapon but to her horror it lay at the armed mans feet.

"TIme to die Sarmatian whore." the Saxon spat lifting his weapon even higher.

"Time to die Sarmatian whore." The words filled her head, words she had heard before but not by him. The voice she recognised all to well.

The moan of the Saxon before her drew her attention as a sword pierced through his chest. Blood trickled from his parted lips as he slumped to the bloodied ground below him. Looking up Lillian found herself smiling at the man that now took his place. Retrieving his sword from the dead mans body he reached a hand out to help her. Eagerly she accepted his assistance. Reaching down Dagonet grabbed her sword and returned it to her. Giving her a quick look over the tall knight nodded as he returned to the mass of people around them, killing Saxons as he went. His once shining armor now dulled and tainted by the blood of the those he had already killed. The clashing of swords brought her from the momentarily peacefull moment as she remembered the mission she had set out before her. Glancing around she caught glimpse of the dueling pair. Racing with sword in hand Lillian quickly took out any in her way, hoping she would make it to Tristan in time.

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Blood seeped through his clothing and armor as he was dealt another blow from the Saxons leader. Soon it began to pain him to breath. Struggling to stand he held his sword tightly in hand and prepared to fight on once more. The large man brough his sword around once more when the sound of clashing metal emergered.

"Tristan Get Up!" a womans voice shouted to him as the sword smashed down upon her.

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"Tristan Get up!" she shouted as the deflected the blow intended for him. Her sword locked momentarily with that of the Saxon leader. Her body shaking as she tried hard to hold her weapon steady against the strength of her enemy. "Get up!" Pushing the grown man back she caused him to stumble only slightly before regaining his balance once more.

Amidst the roaring of blades and the cries of dying men she could her the wounded knight struggling to stand. She wanted to turn to see his condition but to do so would be risky so she held firm and refrained from looking to the fallen knight.

"Cynric should have killed you when he had the chance. He never should have brought you to us." Cerdic announced cooly as he stared at her. Teasing her he stepped forward and back causing her to jump slightly believing he was to attack. "A mistake that I will gladly rectify soon enough." His voice laced with hatred although it still bore its cool tone as he spoke. Bringing his sword down upon her once more she jumped back. The singing of the blade through the air showed her how close she had come to being hit. Slipping in her footing she took several paces back as the man brought his sword around again. Quickly she went to block but the burning sensation of the blade as it cut through her flesh signified her failed attempt.

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"You think you can defeat us all Sarmatian." Cynric hissed as their blades clashed high, each unwielding to the other.

"I dont have to defeat them all. Just you." Lancelot said angrily as he pushed the man away. Bringing his twin swords around for another strike.

"Because of Kendra." Cynric spoke loudly for the dark haired man to hear. The sound of the name brought a halt to the Knights actions. "I know she is with you. I saw how you saved her on the ice, the look you gave. You care for the stupid wench. Pity" Cynric added, his tone of voice evil as he spoke. Anger sprung into the dark knights eyes and Cynric reveled in the thought of causing such torment. Bringing his sword around to the stunned knight the blades locked once more drawing their faces close to one another. "Seeing as my father is about to kill her." The Saxons eyes darted to the side. Curiousity overtook him and Lancelot followed the path of the Saxons eyes. In the distance he saw the mans sword catch her arm and anger filled his heart. "Dont worry Sarmatian, once I am through with you I will deal with her."

The words caused the dark haired knight to jerk back to the Saxon. "You will not touch her!" Lancelot shouted angrily. His jaw clenched and anger burned in his eyes as he spoke.

Across their interlocked blades the Saxons smiled. A smug, evil smile as he looked back at him.

"To late." he whispered.

Growling angrily at the Saxon he pushed him away and brought his blades high, crashing them down upon his sword. All the anger fueled him as he continued to force the Saxon back.

"She had a tendency to cry the first few times. Nothing a good hit didnt solve." Cynric spat, driving the knight further into his anger. "After all, she wasnt much good for anything else." The evil grin lit his face once more. Driving himself even farthur Lancelot stuck again and again, each blow met. Visions of Lillian being raped, of her being hit and of the sad excuse for the man before him laughing at her filled his mind and all else faded from his sight.