Her own blood painted her arm as she backed away from the Saxon leader. Joy filled the mans face at the sight of her blood. Switching her fighting arm she readied for another blow when a figure from behind the towering man caught her eye.

"Arthur." she cried happily as the Roman made his way through the cloud, slaying Saxons as he went. Turning quickly at the mention of the name the blonde Saxon looked to see the oncoming Commander. Taking the moment of distraction to her advantage Lillian reached for Tristan helping him to his feet. Wrapping his arm around her neck for support.

"Just the man I wanted to see." Cerdic said as the Roman approached. "But first I will deal with you." he added turning to face her. Weapon ready he came towards her.

"Saxon!" Arthur shouted trying to draw his attention. Quickening his pace Arthur made his way through the crowd.

Stepping back Lillian looked for a place to run to, anything to buy enough time for Arthur to come.

"Leave me." Tristan whispered painfully as he breathed.

"No. I cannot. I wont." Lillian answered frantically searching about. Sword in her free hand she tried desperately to hold the injured knight while trying to keep the Saxons at bay.

"Saxon!" Arthur shouted once more. His voice loud and demanding as he broke free of the mass of people.

"You are lucky woman. I will deal with you soon enough." Cynric stated flatly as he turned to face the Roman. In the distance she saw Arthur signal for her to leave and without hesitation she did so. Turning with Tristan in tow she tried to find a safe way out of the raging battle when a fight in the distance caught her eye. Their swords clashed and her heart jumped.

"Lancelot." she cried softly. Picking his head up the injuredSarmaitian saw where the young woman looked and saw the concern on her face.

"Go to him." Tristan urged as he tried to steady himself on his own feet. Releasing his grip upon her shoulder he tried to stand upright.

"But..." Lillian questioned as he dismissed her aid.

"GO! He needs your help.I will be fine. Just go. Quickly." Tristan spoke loudly as he leaned on his better lof his legs. Casting her eyes to the ground the dark haired woman thought momentarily of what to do when several Woads raced before her.

"You!" she shouted pulling one at the arm."Take him to safety." She said notioning to the injured knight beside her.He turned defiently to her but still shecontinued to urge him to take the injured knight.

"We do not have time for this. We must..." he started to say but the fury within her emerged.

Grabbing the man harder she stared him coldy in the eyes. Bringing her sword to his throat she reiterated her request once more. "Take him to safety now or I will kill you myself!" she shouted. Her demeanor leftno room for meaninglessquestions and the man did as he was told. Him and another grabbed the injured knight and took him away, hopefully to safety but where she did not know.

Bringing her attention back to Lancelot she ran through the crowdto the dark knight, his back now to her, as he turned to fend off some oncoming Saxons. Her heart jumped as she saw the weapon Cynric now bore. From the side she saw it and fear gripped her. Pushing all out of her way she dropped her sword as she raced against time and fate.

"NO!" she cried barreling into the unknowing Saxon as he turned to fire an armor piercing arrow at the unsuspecting Knight. The arrow was released and she hit the ground hard, the Saxon at her side. Rolling over she tried to find the dark knight. "NO!" she cried as she saw the arrow had hit its mark. Rising slowly she attempted to make her way to the injured knight.

"Stupid wench." Cynric called, crossbow in hand he struck her hard in the head, sending her to the ground.

"After all we did for you you betray us like this." Raising his swordto her neck he looked down to her. "Time to die Sarmatian whore."

Visions filled her head of unknown time and places. The world spun and became hazy.

"I will always love you." her hand grazed the mans face carefully and lovingly.

"These men are your family."

"Looks like you failed once again Kendra."

Swords in the ground, battle, blood everywhere.

"You failed at the battle all those years ago and you fail now. Look, you lover lies dying and you, you do nothing." His blade cut her over an old scar. Blood fell from the reopened wound as laughter came from him.

"Make sure the families are safe." Picking her weapons up she raced for battle.

Dagonet on the ice.

"We will go home across the mountains." a womans voice sang sweetly.

"And what shall I do without you to keep me out of trouble."

Goodbyes. Such sad goodbyes.

"What made you think you could ever fight me."

"Are you scared?"

"Time to die Sarmatian whore." A fist, a sword, blackness.

"Lancelot."

"Lancelot." she whispered waking from her daze and the visions that filled her head. Her head pounded. Eyes open she saw the Saxon before her sword raised. "LANCELOT!" she screamed.

Shock hit the Saxons face as the sword pertruded from his chest. Taking several steps back the Saxons looked up. Rolling away from danger she looked to see who threw the deadly sword. Behind the dark knight she saw Saxons coming to Cynrics aid. Grabbing a sword from the body of a nearby Saxon she raced to defend the knight who now crawled on his knees to finish off Cynric. The last of his twin swords tightly in his hand.

On instinct she fought, and not like the Saxon warrior she had been trained to be. Eadily she dimissed the rivials that came her way until all lay crumpled on the red earth. Turning back she race to Lancelots side. Blood poured out of the injury he revieved from the armor piercing arrow.

"Lancelot." she cried softly rousing him. His eyes slowly fluttered open and his brown orbs locked to her.