Dropping the blade to the ground she wrapped her hand into his, squeezing it tightly. In a galant effort he tried to do the same. Using her other hand she brushed the blood and sweat drenched hair from his eyes.
"Stay with me Lancelot." she whispered as calmly as she could, the tears she felt inside began to brim her eyes. Her eyes not waivering from his as she spoke.
She watch helpless as the light in his eyes began to fade, his body began to shake beside her. She watched as he fought, fought to breath, to live.
"You cant do this. Not now." she cried bringing her face close to his. Tears began to fall as she stared down into his eyes. "You cant do this to Arthur and the others. They need you...I need you."
A small smile tried to light his face but it could not stop her from seeing the pain in his eyes. "I..." breathing deeply he tried to gain control of his words, of his body. "I am sorry...Lillian. But at...atleast I co...could save you this...time."
The tears that she fought to control came without warning and she could not stop them.
"You cant die. Fight it Lancelot." she whispered through her tears. "You havent given up on me, I am not giving up on you now fight. Please...fight."
Although it pained him, Lancelot summoned the strength to smile. The same sly grin that had caught her eyes when they had met, before she knew who they were. Before she had known who she was. In a desperate attempt the injured knight raised his arm to her face hoping to comfort her, to touch her for what could be the last time but it was to no avail, the pain in his chest shot through him and his arm fell back to his body. Releasing hold of his face she grabbed the arm that had fallen and brought it to her cheek. His bloodied fingers caressed her smooth, wet cheek gently.
"Please." she cried begging him to fight. Around them the battle continued as those that stood became fewer and fewer Lillian dared not to turn away. To draw her eyes from his.
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He saw the fear in her eyes, the helplessness and it pained him. The grin he bore did not hide the pain in his eyes he could tell by the way she looked at him.
"I...I..." he tried to murmer through barely parted lips as the world around him began to fade. The once bright, green world now became black. 'No not now. I cant die not like this. This is not fair, I have just found her. No...Please." Lancelot prayed silently to whatever God who might hear his call. Prayed for time. For life, happiness, an escape from death. Darkness swept around him leaving only her face in the black abyss the enveloped him. He felt his body grow cold and the strength to hold his eyes open disapated. In the darkness all he heard was her voice calling his name before all went silent.
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"Lancelot?" she cried as his lids began to close and he body ceased movement. "No...No no no Lancelot. Lancelot!" Dropping his hand from her face she grabbed ahold of the armor the bound his arms trying to shake him back, but the dark haired knight did not stir."Aways Lancelot. The last words we spoke all those years ago, I said alway. We said always. How can there be an always if you are not here." Closing her eyes she breathed deeply before opening them once more.
"Lillian..." a feminine voice spoke up, but she did not draw her eyes from the fallen man before her. Her eyes trailed the body of the fallen man from head to toe and back looking for any signs of movement. "Lillian I need your help!" the voice shouted finally drawing her attention. Guinevere stood taking on several Saxons."Lillian!" Looking back down she pulled herself away from the Sarmatian. Grabbing the dirt beneath her she let it run through her fingers, coating her hand. Grabbing her sword she gripped it tightly and, standing, she she made her way to the fighting. The look of gratefullness on Guinevere's face did not register right away as Lillian prepare to fight.
"Whats the matter kendra. Oh how sweet shes found herself a friend. Aww he died. Such a shame." the Saxon mocked. "You two take the woad, shes mine." he announced. Two of the men turned and proceeded to attack the Woad woman relentlessly.
Blocking each move Lillian waited until the opportune moment. Spinning around she stabbed him hard in the back dropping him quickly. Turning her attention to the men that were to attack Guinevere she found that one lay motionless on the ground a dagger in his chest. The other fought on hard beating the woad back. Attacking her relentlessly. His attention on the woman before him Lillian krept up behind him, gripping her blood soaked blade with both hands she swung, slicing the man hard across the back. His armor tearing revealing the cut flesh beneath it. Throwing himself back in pain he screamed and, taking advantage, Guinevere plunged her sword upon his chest, casting it deeply within him. Seeing the men dead she released her sword once more and let it crash to the blood soaked ground below. Surveying the area she saw those that stood. Woads. Everywhere and knights dotted the horizon. Saxons fell left to right few now remained.
Racing back she knealt beside Lancelot. All around her she heard the cheers of victory from woads and Sarmatians alike.
"We have won Lancelot." she whispered. Taking her hands she cradled his face gently with her hands, kissing him gently on the upon the forehead. "I will always..love you Lancelot." she whispered. Dropping her head to his chest she closed her eyes and she wept.