The Saxons had no warning as 6 figures flew out of a woodland path and crashed through the mass; slicing heads with their blades as they went. The muffled shouts echoed across the field, reaching Cerdic's ears and the Saxon turned to see what had caused the disturbance.

"Artorius." Came the rumbling voice of the Saxon and he smiled in satisfaction. "Call the men to arms." He murmured to his son who nodded warily and began shouting at the nearby men.

The Knights continued ploughing through the unprepared ranks of the Saxon army; screams erupting from the men's mouths as metal broke through bone or sliced through flesh. Eventually they reached a point where the Saxons had unsheathed their swords and axes and began fighting back; dragging some from their horses whilst others threw themselves into the mass, apart from Arthur who stayed firmly on his steed. He handled his sword with precision; the blade glinting dully in the overcast light, already covered in blood.

Cerdic stalked his way calmly through his men towards the mounted Knight; his head bowed with a murderous leer and his movements steady. His blonde head was wrenched up suddenly at the sound of screaming invading the field and blue figures running from the depths of the trees. His son, Cynric, growled in annoyance behind his father.

"Take your men to deal with them." Murmured Cerdic evenly and he waited as he felt his son's fury building.

"But Father..." He began until his father cut him off with a low rumble.

"Do it."

Cynric sighed before shouting angrily to his men and stomping off. The thundering of the marching men's boots resonated on the field and drowned out some of the Woads' screaming.

"Mummy." Murmured Jade into her mother's arm.

Vanora looked over with a concerned expression to meet her daughter's frightened expression and she opened up her arm to hug the child.

Jade greeted it enthusiastically and huddled into her mother's comforting embrace, clustering against her other siblings that were seeking comfort in their mother. Vanora glanced around at the other faces of the people crowded into the large hall of the fort. Fear was rife amongst the group and sensing the disquiet the children took to crying softly or clutching at their mother's skirts as the echoes of marching and screams boomed off the stone walls. Vanora muttered a quiet prayer and leant her head down to rest on her children's'; kissing each one of their heads softly and murmuring gently to them. A few stray tears leaked from her eyes which were screwed tightly shut and she glanced up to look around the room again. Many people were huddled with their families, all in similar positions to Vanora and their faces were swathed with concern, fear and despair. They had congregated in the room as it was the most protected and should the Saxons break into the fort they would be most protected here. Vanora hoped with all her might that they'd never get into the fort and leant her cheek against Jade's gently as the girl whimpered into her mother's chest.

Anise stood silently with Jols on the fort wall. She watched as the battle unfolded before them and sighed impatiently, gripping the stone parapet with her hands.

"Why are we not sending the soldiers out to help them?" She asked with distress as she turned her head to face Jols.

The squire looked kindly upon her although his face was stern.

"We need them to protect the fort, lest anything should go wrong." He replied quietly and looked along the ranks of centurions lined along the walkway and courtyard below. If there was one thing the Romans were good for, he thought to himself, it was their discipline in training.

"I can't just stand here and watch." Stated Anise, a slight pleading and anger tingeing her voice.

"Why don't you try to help them?"

Anise returned her gaze to the squire stood next to her and frowned at his request.

"But what if I hurt one of them?" She enquired in a small whisper and the look of distress spread further across her delicate face.

Jols didn't know how to answer and watched with sorrow as she moved her head back round and they watched as the battle really began.

"I'm getting down." Day shouted back over her shoulder to Tristan.

He grunted in response gruffly and she turned to face him on the horse.

"I love you." She whispered gently and kissed him hard upon the mouth before leaping from the horse and joining the fray. Tristan swerved his horse at her parting words and memorised her kiss as he jumped down from his horse and with a bloodthirsty growl unsheathed his sword and took to slicing and slashing at the advancing Saxons. He was going to stay alive no matter what.

Day was twisting and turning, slipping through the heavy grasps of Saxons arms and thrusting her sword into their stomachs and chest violently. She glanced over briefly to see her father fighting nearby; his blue skin covered in blood and his face twisted in anger and determination as he plunged his sword into the chest of a Saxon before moving onto the next. Day smiled at the image and growled wickedly with added passion, darting up behind an especially powerful Saxon and slitting his throat silently; blood spurting violently from the wound and he fell to the floor with a dense thud. Suddenly she was grabbed roughly by her long brown hair – matted with blood and dirt as it was, and her head was yanked back brutally to look up into the leering face of Cynric.

Lancelot was twirling his twin blades in a deadly fashion, dealing fatal blows to passing Saxons as he moved past swiftly and smirking at their bulky forms. Sure they had power but they weren't as agile as him and he was finding it easy to dodge their heavy blows and kill them with a fleeting motion before moving to the next.

Dagonet was nearby, embroiled in a mass of Saxons. Having thrown himself heftily from his horse he'd had a soft landing on a pile of Saxons that fell beneath his strong build. He had moved quickly and forcefully with his large axe; his powerful shoulders raising it high above his head before smashing it down powerfully into the unaware skull or chest of a nearby Saxon. Blood gleamed dully on its metal edge and Dagonet roared with renewed anger as he ran blindly into the mass and swung viciously at any enemy within his range.

Arthur had been yanked indignantly from his horse eventually and after beheading the vulgar culprit had proceeded to diminish the number of formidable foes surrounding him. Cerdic smiled at the skill of this Roman, he was going to be an interesting match to battle. Arthur looked up quickly and glared angrily at the approaching Saxon. Cerdic's blonde hair flew out behind him as he trudged steadily towards the bloody commander and he unsheathed his sword dangerously as he neared Arthur.

"Artorius." Murmured Cerdic darkly and Arthur returned his small smile as they circled one another, their blades outstretched. "I've heard much about you. Let's only hope what they say about your fighting skills are true."

Arthur's lips twisted into a snarl as his sword clashed solidly against Cerdic's. The two twirled around one another; sparks flying as their blades met and heavy pants erupting from both parties at the exertion of the battle.

Anise stood silently on the wall, letting the wind whistle past her ears and whip through her curls. Her eyes were closed in concentration as she attempted to centre her powers; the motif on her arm flickering violently. She could visualise the battle in the darkness of her closed eyelids and could imagine a harsh white light swirling through the masses and screams erupting. Anise furrowed her brow and again tried to centre her energies, she didn't want to hurt the Knights but knew not how to control her powers.

"Jols." She murmured tersely and opened her eyes to look at him.

The squire moved toward her and couldn't help but shiver inwardly at the intensity of her voice and eyes.

"I want you to stop me if anything goes wrong." Anise spoke slowly and deliberately and Jols nodded solemnly; understanding the meaning behind her words.

He watched with interest as Anise lifted her arms in front of her and her eyes sweeped over the expanse of the bustling field. With a deep breath sparks started to flash with a crackle from her fingertips and Jols couldn't help but gape at the sight. The soldiers around Anise had started to watch in amazement as well and jumped as a loud crack reverberated through the air and a burst of white light poured out of the girl's hands.

Day looked up in shock at Cynric's evil snarl and she felt him growl harshly and move his sword to the side so that she could see it looming just within her view. Day's throat jerked and she struggled in his grasp but still he stared down at her with a malicious grin; smirking at the wideness of her emerald eyes as the fear set in. The metal blade moved slowly towards her throat, Day's hands grabbing at Cyrnic's and trying to pry herself away from him until he noticed she was looking past him, towards the sky, and he saw the white flash shoot across her eyes and a look of confusion set it. Cynric looked up to see what the white flash had been and Day took the minor distraction to wrench herself free of him before he could realise what was going on. Her hands wrapped around the hilt of her sword tightly and she was back on her feet in an instant, turning to face him. Cynric growled at the turn of events and nudged his head towards the source of the white energy that was pulsing through the air.

"So is she the witch I've heard of?" He asked Day with a disgruntled expression.

Day eyed him with contempt, allowing her gaze to follow his to the blinding stream of energy that stretched through the air. She could just about make out Anise standing on the fort wall if she looked past the glare of the paranormal light and she thanked the Gods she was here.

The two warriors faced each other again and now that the odds were even they gazed upon one another with disdain and bloodlust. Day made the first move and made to swing at him with her sword, but brought it up and the last moment and struck Cynric's unprotected shoulder with the unforgiving hilt of her sword. The Saxon groaned in pain and stumbled forward slightly before spinning round with his sword outstretched and narrowly missing Day's abdomen. He ran forward towards her and predicting his attack, Day shifted to one side and twisted the tip of her sword round so it punctured his lower back. Cynric cried out in pain, holding the wound and lurched forward pushing Day to the ground with him. She struggled beneath his weight and managed to roll him off her, his blade slicing into her arm as she did so and Day moaned out as she felt the metal cutting seamlessly into her upper arm and blood seep from the wound. Her hand flew up to strike him across the face but Cynric grabbed it roughly and pushed her back into the bloody ground. His face loomed over Day's as he grinned at his new advantage and he smirked as her eyes clouded over in pain and blood flowed freely down her arm.

"Time to say goodbye." Cynric laughed wickedly and brought his dagger high above his head before aiming it at her neck and bringing his arm down swiftly.

Gawain looked up from his hunched position after felling yet another Saxon and watched in wonder at the stream of white energy that wound its way through the sky. The stream branched off in places to connect with the ground and Gawain could hear screams of agony as Anise's power flowed through them and scorched them from the inside. The blonde Knight raised his head to look up at the fort wall and he smiled at the figure of Anise as she let her magic flow through her. He removed his gaze from her, memories of her skin against his seeping to the forefront of his mind, and instead searched for the other Knights. Many of them were in battle; fighting with the same determination they had had for the past 14 years and Gawain smiled to see Galahad over to his right. The young Knight was embroiled in the heat of the battle and his roars of fury reached Gawain's ears. The blonde Knight ran off to join his fellow comrade and the two battled it out together, their eyes catching one another's as they worked together and left a large pile of Saxons battered and bloodied. They smiled at one another before taking a deep breath and running off with a bellow to continue with the fight.

Tristan was killing mercilessly; his sword striking with fatal precision and his armour splattered crimson. He decapitated a nearby Saxon as they ran towards him and looked around quickly to see if there was any sign of Day. He shook his braids from his face and swept his near black eyes across the raging field but couldn't catch sight of her anywhere. Suddenly out of nowhere a Saxon pushed him to the floor with the butt of his axe and Tristan rolled over to stare at the evil grin of the large man covered in furs matted with blood. His axe swung high above his head and Tristan could do no more than watch as it began to fall bluntly, his fingers desperately trying to seize his sword that had fallen to his right.

The two blades clashed with a loud hiss as they scraped along each other before being released swiftly. Arthur eyed Cerdic severely whilst the Saxon leader kept his casual, if not murderous, expression. Neither had sustained any injuries yet but only time would tell and so far Arthur wasn't going to admit defeat at any cost. The battle was starting to diminish slowly but there were still large pockets of fighting; the dull roar still rang through Arthur's ears, accompanied by the crackling of Anise's energy as it pulsated across the field. He had come close to being hit by one of her beams of dangerous energy but had moved away in time and had instead watched some poor Saxons trapped in the blinding energy. Their bodies had writhed helplessly, their screams carrying across the field until the beam had moved on elsewhere and they had been left to lie limply on the ground. Arthur returned his attention to the man opposite him and with a loud growl he ran forward and lashed out with his sword. Cerdic shifted hastily and kicked the Roman commander roughly to the ground. Arthur felt his breath escape him as he lay on the ground and he struggled to regain his footing before he could realise the Saxon was coming at him with his blade.

The Knights could do no more then watch the sword thrust brutally into their comrade's body. All of those who were not fighting let their swords drop limply from their bloodied hands as their eyes widened in horror as the anguished cry was let loose across the field. The wounded individual's eyes slipped close as a pool of blood appeared next to them and the Knights stared on in shock.

A/N: Tada! I'm so sorry I haven't updated sooner but I've been a bit depressed etc and snowed under with coursework so I haven't been up to updating, but hopefully this makes up! Its a tad choppy so sorry about that but who is it getting hurt? -gasp- Vote for your fave character to get hurt or if you really want killed (lol) out of Day, Tristan or Arthur. Vote now! lol Thanks x