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R'han stood, her back facing the great Saxon army that shifted with great unease. The stink of body odor wafted her nostrils and she grimaced darkly. Men, disgusting. Bow in hand she walked forward approaching the quiet bearded man.
"The Knights have left their commander behind but they will return. I am sure of it. Stupid, yes, cowardly no. They will fight and they will loose."
The Saxon grinned at his young daughter. His yellow teeth blending in with his unruly beard. He had been astonished when the young girl had shown fighting ability and was proud that at least one of his offspring was more then a waste of flesh. He grimaced at the thought of his failure of a son. He would never admit it, but he wished him dead, he was a disgrace and with R'han's potential and ruthlessness he didn't need his son anymore.
The Saxon looked towards his daughters retreating back, "When the time comes R'han, you will kill the Britain; a traitor is never trusted twice."
The men of the front line took an involuntary step back after seeing the Saxon woman's deadly smile, "It will be my pleasure father, he was but a sniveling man."
Arthur breathed deeply, the scent of smoke and burnt grass tickling his nose as he rode through the gates and approached the lone Saxon. His thought traveled briefly to Guinevere, his worry momentarily clouding his judgment. He prayed then, for the last time, to his god he asked for the protection of her and his knights, and the chance for freedom of them both.
"Arthur.
Wherever I go on this wretched island, I hear your name.
Always
half whispered, as if you were a... god."
Arthur watched carefully as he circled the Saxon, noticing out of the corner of his eye a ruby haired woman approach them both.
The woman spoke confidently, standing beside the Saxon, her chin titled up defiantly and her bow readied with an arrow pointed at Arthur, "All I see is flesh, blood. No more god than the creature he's sitting on."
With a casual grace he watched her aim take a new target, the large tree. Setting the arrow loose he spared a second glance at the now dead body that had fallen from the tree, an arrow protruding from the mans Adams apple.
Arthur spoke his green eyes stone like, "Speak your terms, Saxon."
The woman spoke again her British accent stronger than a regular Saxons, "The Romans have left you. What are you fighting for?"
Arthur stared crossly at the woman before pulling forth Excalibur, "I fight for a cause beyond Rome's or your understanding"
The woman's eyes lit up with what one would guess was merriment, "Ah." Was her simply reply.
"You've come to beg a truce. You should be on your knees." Said Cedric wryly.
Arthur's gaze turned hot and angry, and R'han could see the tension in his body shift and move, he wanted to fight and R'han found her heart pounding with anticipation. "I came to see your face, so that I alone may find you on the battlefield, and it would be good for you if you marked my face, Saxon, for the next time you see it, it will be the last thing you see on this earth."
R'han stiffened with the threat to her father's life. True that it would be unaccomplished but it was a threat the same. Her father however seemed pleased with the mans words. Turning away he motioned for R'han to follow him as Arthur rode through the gates once more. "Ah Finally. A man worth killing."