Disclaimer: As much as I like Bahamut, and would absolutely love to own him as a pet, I don't. Nor do I own Final Fantasy.
Title: We are the Knight of the Round Table
Summery: No one but knights allowed
Arthur looked over his fellow knights, sitting at the table he and the others had painstakingly put together, making sure it was round. You can't have a round table that was square now, can you? Arthur looked at Lancelot, his best friend out of the lot.
"Well, we have the table. Now what?" He asked, bored.
The legendary knight shrugged, looking bored himself. "There's nothing to do here. Back in our Other Life, we killed dragons, butchered giants... here, there's nothing to do."
"Well what was the point of making a new table when here we have nothing to do but sit on it looking important?" The chibi-knight pouted.
Lancelot opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by Siren rushing up, screeching more like a banshee then a siren of legend.
"Ooh, secret club. Can I join? Can I? Can I? Please?" She shrieked.
One of the Knights snorted obnoxiously. "No girls allowed. Especially not Sirens or Shivas or even Leviathans."
"You idiot." Hissed another Knight in his ear.
Siren looked shattered, eyes wide, tears evident. All Knights present held their breath, hoping that it would delay the inevitable. It didn't. Siren burst into tear, wailing like the banshee she wasn't supposed to be.
"Run!" Arthur yelled, covering his ears.
All of the Knights in their shining armour ran from the wailing girl, afraid that her tears would rust their freshly polished armour. Siren ran after them, weeping her heart out. Noticing that she was gaining on them, Lancelot grabbed the Knight who had upset her in the first place and threw him at her.
"Meat-shield!" He yelled, as a means of explaining, both to the downed Knight, and the others, who became fearful of their fellow Knight.
Siren jumped onto the downed Knight and continued to weep upon him, who looked after his comrades, pleadingly.
Once they had escaped the banshee-like Siren, the remaining Knights struggled to regain their breath.
"Never before have I been so scared." A Knight claimed, shivering.
His response was in the form various mumbled agreements. Arthur panted from his spot, in the shade of the massive tree that was their emergency meeting place. he glared at the others, his ego deflated at the thought of having to flee from a crying Siren.
"Now what do we do?" He asked, looking specifically at Lancelot.
"Go dragon hunting," was the surprisingly cheerful reply.
The others looked at the Knight, who pointed at the hill where Bahamut was scaring off Hades and Diablos. All of them looked at each other, and though their helmets covered it, they all grinned.
Another fireball flew past Diablos, making him pump his legs harder. Bahamut had become nearly impossible to bully now, since he could now spit fireballs at anyone who annoyed him. Hades gave out a yell of shock when a fireball set his robes alight. It was quickly put out, but it was becoming evident that the Dragon's aim was improving. Both of the would-be bullies skidded to a halt, almost crashing into the Knights of the Round, as they called themselves. Both looked fearfully looked at each other before scampering off in opposite directions. Bahamut also stopped, looking at the Knights in confusion, since they normally kept to themselves at this hour.
As one, the Knights each drew their wooden weapons. Bahamut raised an eyebrow ridge, looking vaguely amused.
"Stand down, beastly Dragon." Arthur called, trying to sound heroic. His voice just made all present laugh at the squeak his it made.
"What if I down feel like standing down?" Bahamut asked, wondering whether the Knights in shining armour were on something.
"Then we shall slay you, before you ravage the virgin maiden..." Lancelot yelled, his voice sounding more heroic then his king's.
"Who... Shiva? In case you've forgotten something, in her Previous Life she..."
"That's not the point." Arthur whined. "Anyway... we shall slay thoust where you..."
"Wait... Ravage? You mean devour? Right? Because, even if this were my Previous Life, I'm still a tad young to do anything like that..."
"Fine, devour the fair maiden." Lancelot corrected, sounding impatient. "We shall slay thou where thou stand."
"Ready men... CHARGE!" Arthur commanded.
Moving as one, the Knights all charged at the silvery blue dragon, giving out loud war-cries. Bahamut's eyes widened in fear, and momentarily forgetting about his ability to spit fire-balls, turned tail and ran away, screaming. The Knights pursued him, still yelling their war cry, attracting the attention of the others. Bahamut sprinted past Griever, wishing venomously that he was old enough to use his wings and fly. Griever stumbled out of the way of the dragon and stared after his retreating form, confused. The war cry caught his attention, so he turned to see what exactly the commotion was about. Seeing 11 Knights charging towards him made his own eyes widen in fear. He stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet. The Knights ignored the fallen lion and trampled over him. The stampede left a battered Griever, twitching on the floor, groaning in agony.
One of the Knights put all his energy into running and managed to catch up to the dragon. Once he was neck and neck with Bahamut, the dragon heard that he wasn't shouting out a war cry, but was instead singing.
"Brave, brave, brave Sir Robyn, brave sir Robyn has come to slay the beast!"
Bahamut rolled his eyes at the Knight, who he recognised to actually be a coward. He just pointed at Cerberus, who was sleeping in the field some distance away and shouted.
"AH! IT'S A GIANT THREE HEADED MONSTER!"
Sir Robyn shrieked, turning around and running away, changing his song to: "Brave, brave, brave Sir Robyn, brave sir Robyn boldly turned tail and fled."
Bahamut sniggered at the Knight, who caused confusion within the ranks of the other ten. It didn't deter them though, if anything, it encouraged them to run faster. Soon, another Knight was at his side, this one waving a wooden mass in the air.
"Stand down, foul, ugly beast!" The Knight commanded.
Bahamut gave an offended look at the man who was running surprisingly well for someone encased in metal.
"Who're you calling ugly?" He asked, before promptly hitting the Knight in his helmeted head.
The contact on the Knight's helmet made a very loud ringing sound, similar to that of a bell, and the Knight managed to stumble as if drunk, before another Knight crashed into him, sending both to the ground and tripping yet another Knight, who learnt the hard way that he couldn't fly. The rest of the Knights either hopped over their downed comrades, or sidestepped them. Bahamut pumped his legs harder, getting desperate to escape these Knights gone mad. He spotted Gilgamesh and started running towards him, knowing of the strange four armed boy's skills with fighting. Perhaps he hadn't gone crazy; perhaps he'd help protect him. He had been duelling with Odin a fair bit these days, and actually holding his own, and Odin could take on the Knights easily enough, since their only strength came from the sheer numbers, which was minus 5 at this moment in time.
"Gilgamesh! Little HELP?" Bahamut called out.
The four armed boy turned, and spotted the dragon being chased by a mob of Knights. He drew all four wooden swords that he used and readied himself.
"Odin! Come here!" He called out, looking at a dark shape partially hidden by the tall grass.
Odin cursed as he was interrupted from the poetry he was writing, and sat up and his eyes widened at the scene before him.
"What in the..." He muttered to himself, standing up and relocating himself so he stood besides Gilgamesh. "What's going on?"
"No idea... I'm wondering why the Knights are forming a mob against Bahamut just as much as you." Gilgamesh said.
Bahamut ducked under a wooden axe that someone had thrown at him and stopped in front of the pair of warriors, panting. The Knights stopped as well, eying the new elements in their hunt, cautiously.
"Guys... you've got to help me." Bahamut begged. "They started spouting off nonsense about me wanting to ravage Shiva and started chasing me."
Both Odin and Gilgamesh stared at the dragon, eyebrows raised.
"...Do you?" Gilgamesh asked, curiously.
Bahamut gave the youngest of the pair of warriors a funny look.
"Be realistic here! I'm 6 years old! Is that really an age where you want to do that sort of thing?"
Gilgamesh shrugged, giving a "Good point."
Odin looked at the Knights, who looked nervous under his steel gaze.
"What has happened to your nobility? To attack a lone individual with such sheer numbers... have you all lost your mind?"
"But he's a dragon!" Lancelot yelled. "We must slay the fire-breathing dragon!"
"So you're all racist now?" Gilgamesh asked, bemused.
The Knights all gave the four armed boy an insulted look, but but otherwise managed to remainlooking like the nobles they were.
"What's all this about racism?" A new voice broke out.
Yojimbo strolled down the hill, eying the seen before him. Never had he seen such hostility from Odin, Gilgamesh and the Knights. Perhaps it was an opportunity to make a small profit...
"These Knights are assaulting Bahamut because he's a dragon." Odin filled in the samurai version of himself. "And even though me and Gilgamesh can take on these wusses, it wouldn't be fair to take all the fun when you could join in as well."
Yojimbo paused, hand on the hilt of his wooden katana.
"What's in it for me, besides the obvious?" He asked.
"Half of Gilgamesh's dinner." Odin said without hesitation.
Gilgamesh shot Odin a look at his giving away his food, but sighed in defeat at Yojimbo's own non-hesitant agreement. The 12 year old samurai moved so that he was standing in between his fellow warriors, ready to battle it out against the Knights of the Round. The Knights were hesitant for a moment, before Arthur yelled out.
"They all want to ravage the fair maidens of Ultima Nexus! We must protect the damsels in distress!" He paused a moment, before continuing in a not so heroic fashion. "Well, not Siren, they can have her for all we care."
Bahamut gave the Knight an odd look, as he crept away from the soon to be battlefield, shaking his head at what came out of these people's mouths. And to think he was supposed to one day be their leader, ha. He continued to crawl away from the field as the war cries began, shaking his head at the very thought.
-End