The knights sat in stunned silence as they listened to Arthur's cries gradually growing quieter as he ran further into the maze that was Badon Hill. Gawain tried to fathom the glint he'd seen in Anise's eyes before she darted off and could only come to one possible conclusion. He watched as her agitated figure ran through the streets of Badon Hill from the window where they had seen her playing contentedly with the children naught but a week ago.

"I think I know where she's going." He said sternly before turning and striding in the direction of the stables.

"Anise!" yelled Arthur as he ran past maids and guard, children and merchants; grabbing anyone who could resemble Anise before running on.

He had no idea where she'd gone but knew that if he didn't reach her in time she could be in danger. He was running frantically through the streets of Badon Hill when he came to the hostelry and called out quickly to Vanora.

"Have you seen Anise?" he yelled above the din of the town.

"No, sorry Arthur. Why what's happened?" she called back; a worried expression coating her normally cheerful one.

Arthur hissed angrily and began to search his surrounding area in all directions for any signs of the girl before running off again.

"Arthur?" shouted Vanora as she ran to the front of the tavern to catch a glimpse of him running towards the fort once again.

Anise was running blindly through the streets, desperately trying to reach the armoury before she was caught by anyone. She had been listening meticulously to the conversations between the knights and had picked up scraps of information that would help her. The location of the armoury had been one of these scraps of information and she had memorised the route. Her eyes fluttered in a chaotic fashion as she ran; narrowly dodging an oncoming cart and blocking out the sounds of people shouting after her. She needed a sword and she needed one fast, before it was too late.

Upon reaching the armoury she found it was guarded by a Roman centurion. She didn't have time for this she decided, and when he tried to stop her from entering the room she simply flung him backwards into the wall; rendering him unconscious. Anise then advanced into the dark room and her eyes scanned the walls frantically as she decided upon her weapon of choice. Finally her eyes came to rest upon a large sword and she slowly made her way towards it. Anise reached out a hand to touch the cool metal as the dim light glinted from its surface and her breathing hitched in her throat for a second. This was the sword. This was the sword that would help her wreak her revenge.

A breathless Arthur returned to the Table room and rested briefly by leaning upon the table.

"Where is she?" he panted, a fierce glare building in his eyes.

"We don't know Arthur." Replied Galahad as he poured a mug of water for his commander and pushed it towards him on the table.

"I don't want any water!" yelled Arthur as he hit the mug from the table and sent it crashing to the floor.

All the knights looked quietly shocked and either looked at the floor or stared at Arthur's heaving form.

"Perhaps you should sit down Arthur." Said Tristan firmly.

"I don't need to sit down! I need to find her before its too late and she does herself some damage!" roared Arthur leaving the knights taken aback and silenced.

"Gawain has gone to look for the girl." Stated Dagonet quietly as Arthur raised his head to glare at him. "He said he might know where she is."

Anise removed the sword from its casing and let it lie in the palm of her hand to test the weight. Her breathing had calmed and she focused purely on the blade now; its menacing gleam and its precision of the blade. Visions of her mother flashed in front of her eyes as she swung the blade from side to side, testing its balance and power. The fire, the screams and the murderers all burned into her sight at that moment and the rage began welling up inside of her. Anise swung more violently and with more fervour until her preparation came to a vicious climax and she thrust the blade powerfully into the door next to her. She was ready and she made her way confidently out of the armoury; stepping over the unconscious Roman and striding towards the gates.

"He said he might know here she is?" repeated Arthur breathlessly.

Dagonet nodded and watched Arthur carefully as he began backing away from the table.

"Did he say where?" asked Arthur as he tried desperately to think where she could of gone.

"No."

The Roman nodded and marched out of the door. Lancelot rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly before stomping after his friend and calling after him when he was only a few paces behind the bristling figure.

"Do you think this is a good idea Arthur? I mean she could be anywhere!"

Arthur stopped suddenly as did Lancelot and he span slowly to face him before walking towards him menacingly.

"Would you let this girl die?" he growled as he towered over Lancelot.

Lancelot gritted his teeth before shaking his head sullenly and replying a tight:

"No."

"Good, then you can follow me to the battlements." Beckoned Arthur as he headed off down the frosty corridor.

Gawain appeared in the stables and quickly mounted his horse; not bothering with a saddle and such but quickly rotating his horse in the tight stall and urging it into a gallop as he flew out of the stable and towards the gate. He knew where she would be, he was certain of it and any of his qualms were dismissed as her distant image came into view.

Anise stumbled wildly across the grassland surrounding Badon Hill and towards the forest where she knew she would find her goal. Any guard that had stood in her way on the way out of the fort had either received a nasty blow to the head with the hilt of her sword or a rather quick and sharp death. No-one was going to stop her having her revenge and her blood thirst was intensifying as she staggered across the land; her dress splattered with crimson blood and her body strong and sweltering as delirium ravaged her once more. The meadow clutched at her feet as she marched towards the ever-nearing woodland and the wind whistled through the branches, creating a rustling sound that could be mistaken for whispers of the spirits that haunted the woods. Anise's eyes burned fiercely as did her warmth and she grew evermore impatient and murderous the closer she came to completing her objective: killing any and every Woad that crossed her path until she was satisfied.

Arthur and Lancelot climbed the stairs two at a time until they reached the top of the fort's battlements. Roman centurions were hauling the bodies of those that dared confront Anise across the walkway that linked the parapets and the two men where bewildered as to what had happened.

Arthur grabbed one of the men nearest him and asked him for the details.

"Your small Briton is what happened here." The man replied with malice. "She'd gotten her hands on a sword and decided to break out." He added and motioned towards the white figure that was currently stumbling across the grassy land outside the gates.

Arthur and Lancelot rushed forwards towards the wall and gripped the rough stone parapets as they desperately stared after the frenzied girl.

"What do you propose we do now Arthur?" enquired Lancelot with spite as he turned to glare at the Roman stood next to him.

Arthur stared helplessly out after Anise until a sudden flash of movement caught his attention. Someone with a horse was galloping out after her, and that someone was Gawain.

"Anise!" bellowed Gawain as he goaded his horse to gallop faster.

The grief-stricken girl span at the mention of her name and started hastily trying to run towards the shadowy gloom of the encroaching trees. The grass was slippery underfoot though due to the early morning dew and Anise lurched forward onto the ground. Clawing at the dirt as she desperately grabbed for her sword,she clambered up and started her frenzied staggering again off across the meadow. Her breathing was coming in short, sharp pants as she struggled to keep her balance and it formed misty white clouds in the cold air before her. Gawain was gaining on her as his stallion flew across the ground towards her and she kept looking over her shoulder in fear as the thundering of it's hooves grew nearer.

"Anise!" Gawain called once again as he shortened the distance between them even more.

"Leave me!" she screamed back and giving up her attempts of reaching the forest for now, she span to fight him; directing her sword at him as he stopped his horse and jumped down to the ground.

Gawain began striding towards her; a dangerous gleam in his eye and a stern look on his face as she continued to back away from him.

"You promised you would come to me if you needed help." He murmured in a quiet rumble.

"You can't help me now Gawain." She spat back with a manic expression. "I have to do this myself. I have to get my revenge!"

"You don't have to do anything." He replied as he stood with the tip of her sword resting against his chest.

Anise looked up at him, startled, and her shoulders heaved in the silence that ensued. They stared each other down until Gawain saw Anise start to draw back and he pushed her sword violently out of the way and leapt forwards onto her. They both fell to the floor in a heap and Anise struggled violently against his restraints. Gawain held on tight to her and attempted to prevent her from escaping as she kicked and hit any part of him reachable, screaming at him to let her go. He growled brashly as she sunk her teeth into his forearm and blood spurted out across her incensed face. After tumbling wildly across the grass for a few more minutes, Gawain eventually managed to straddle Anise and hold her legs between his thighs as he gripped her hands together above her head in the dewy grass. She glared at him furiously; her hair askew and his blood splattered across her face.

"Now, I'm taking you back to that fort whether you like it or not." He growled as she continued to stare defiantly up at him. "And you don't have to do anything, do you understand me?"

Anise resisted him again as he yanked her up from the ground and flung her onto his horse; her screams reaching Arthur and Lancelot back at the fort as they watched. Gawain climbed atop his horse behind her and kept his arms around her securely so that she could not fling herself from the horse as they rode back towards the fort.

"You don't have to do anything."

A/N: I really loved writing this chapter but that's probably just my violent nature shining through lol. So what did you think of Anise goes psycho: Part 2? We'll see what happens next when I update tomorrow and remember to keep those reviews rolling in please : ) Thanks very much for the support xx