A/N: Next chapter! Oh, and I do not own anything that has to do with King Arthur. I only own Latanie.

Rockerforlife: Any funny plot with Bors has to be funny. Haha. Lancelot deserved it one hundred percent… and we got to laugh at him while watching him get what he deserved. Lat should've pushed her off the wall. THAT would have been hilarious. That chapter was awesome. Here's another chapter for you! Enjoy!

SupernaturalKnight88: Even if Lat wasn't well enough for the fight, she would anyways. Haha. Our lovely lady knight is so stubborn. Here is the next chapter for you and I hope you enjoy it!

WitheringSage: I don't know if they had it back then… I would assume they had cards back then. Perhaps only dice. I should look into it. I'm glad she said something to Guinevere too. Guinevere deserved it :P Enjoy!

Raging Raven: Bors hid the clothes in a place that will never be found. Hehe. I'm so evil. Here is the next chapter and I hope you have a great time reading it!

Readerfreak10: Yep, whoa. Enjoy this next chapter!

Satiana: Hello there! I'm glad you like my story. I'm quite pleased with it myself, lol. Here is the next chapter for you!

Chapter 12: About To Break

Latanie shook her head as she saddled Kalen up. Today was the day they left. She sighed and swung up on the buckskin stallion, her leg throbbing in protest. She knew Lancelot would have a cow when he saw her up on the stallion. It was just tough cookies for him because she wasn't getting down. She asked the stallion to trot, still adjusting to the throb in her leg. Her eyes landed on Lancelot as he saddled up his own horse.

When he looked up, she looked down. "What are you doing? You can't ride. You'll get hurt even more and I do not want that."

"Oh, so now you're worried?" Latanie questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Lancelot swung up on his horse. "Yes, I'm worried." He grabbed her chin and pressed his lips against hers. "I love you and I don't want you hurt." He parted from her and straightened up, looking away.

Latanie looked at him, seeing the truth in his eyes. She smiled. "I'll be fine," she said and asked Kalen to trot over to the caravan. She knew Arthur was not coming with them by the longing looks Lancelot was giving back towards their old chambers. She sighed softly and glanced at the other knights as they prepared to head off.

"Home," Galahad said quietly.

"Yes, home," Latanie said, nodding.

Bors nodded and steadied his horse. Once everything was good and situated, the caravan set out on its journey towards Sarmatia. There was an awkward silence in the air as they traveled along the path. Latanie bit her lower lip as she rode beside Lancelot, Bors on his other side. Her gaze traveled to the hills as they continued on. Her cerulean eyes could barely pick up the smudged outline of a figure on the hill.

Bors noticed it as well and unsheathed his sword, riding towards the hill. "Artorius!" he yelled, holding up his sword. "Rus!"

Latanie looked at Arthur, who seemed to hesitate until his horse started up and he rose what he was holding in the air. "Ru-s!"

Bors gave a satisfied look as he rode back to the others, his sword now sheathed.

Latanie shook her head, doing her best to keep her tears from her eyes. She didn't want to leave Arthur behind but there was nothing she could do. He had his own free will and he was doing what he wanted. She swallowed the lump in her throat as they continued for what seemed like hours. Her mind shut everything else out, even Lancelot's hand on her back.

She was jerked out of her thoughts as their horses began to freak out, moving everywhere. She gritted her teeth and hissed in pain as Kalen bumped her ankle. She managed to get him to stop and gently stroked his neck. "Easy, boy, easy," she cooed to him softly as they stood there. She raised her gaze to the others. They all nodded to each other, Tristan setting his hawk free. She had a smile on her face as she shifted.

"You're not going," Lancelot said instantly, looking at Latanie.

"Just watch me," Latanie said, giving him a grin.

Bors laughed. "That's the Latanie we all know," he said as Tristan grabbed a bow and tested it.

Latanie grinned at Lancelot for a few moments before looking to the others. "Shall we?" she asked and kicked Kalen into a gallop towards the Wall. Lancelot quickly followed her with the other knights. She couldn't help but wonder as they gallop: was this a choice she was going to regret?

--Later--

Latanie rode up the hill beside Lancelot, full decked in armor. As they halted beside Arthur, they smiled. She could see the hesitance in Arthur's eyes as she remained beside Lancelot. "I'm not leaving, Arthur. Who will keep you from getting killed?" she asked teasingly. "I'll go with the archers if you wish it of me."

Arthur nodded and looked at Lancelot, who gave him a look. They looked at the other knights who joined them, smiles plastered on their faces. Arthur urged his horse forward, standing before them. "Knights. The gift of freedom is yours by right. But the home we seek resides not in some distant land. It's in us! And in our actions on this day! If this be our destiny, then so be it. But let history remember that as free people, we chose to make it so." He drew Excalibur and turned his horse around.

The knights chanted their cries as the Saxons appeared and marched forward. They stabbed their standards into the ground and waited impatiently. Then, they turned and galloped towards their post. Latanie shivered slightly as they arrived. She stared at their enemy, her sword drawn. This would be like nothing they had ever experienced.

She watched the arrows fly, hitting the Saxons before they charged forward, slicing at their enemy as they passed by. They rode into the mist, turning around. This was repeated numerous times until they had killed all but one man, who managed to escape into the wall. She looked at Arthur who motioned her to go to the archers and catapults. She nodded and looked at Lancelot. Without warning, she grabbed the collar of his armor and gave him a passionate kiss. "Be safe."

"You too, my love," Lancelot whispered as she let go of him and rode off towards Merlin and the catapults. Lancelot sighed heavily, weary of what would happen to her.

"She'll be fine," Arthur assured him. He looked at the Saxons as the whole army came out. This was it.

Latanie grunted as she dismounted, being wary of her ankle. She looked at Merlin and nodded to him. She got a nod in return as she stood there. She grabbed her bow and strung it, ready to fire. She did as the catapults let their contents fly. She fired at will, falling a good few Saxons. She wanted to be down there, fighting with her fellow knights and love.

"Go," Merlin said, causing Latanie to look at him.

"What?" she asked.

"Go down there and fight. I can see it in your eyes. You wish to be down there," he said.

"My ankle-," Latanie started.

"Will be fine. Strap your leg protector tighter. It'll stabilize it," Merlin said.

Latanie nodded and did as told, feeling a little bit better. She swung up on Kalen, drawing her sword. "Thank you," she said and kicked her horse into a gallop down the hill. This was it. She gave her own battle cry as she clashed with the enemy, slashing at them. She hit a man in the face with the hilt of her sword as he grabbed her leg. "Don't touch me," she snarled, beheading another man.

She barely noticed as the Woads came running down, Guinevere screaming at the top of her lungs. It was getting difficult to see with all of the fire and smoke. The heat was unbearable when in a suit of armor. She shook her hair out of her face as her helmet was knocked off thanks to broken strap. She grunted as she felt a sword hit her ankle.

She looked up to see Arthur fighting with a group of men. Guinevere was battling a Saxon with a few others. Tristan was fighting Cerdic. "Arthur! Tristan!" she shouted, trying to get Kalen to go but Kalen was turning in the other direction to show Latanie that Lancelot was fighting Cynric. She gasped and urged Kalen forward, jumping through the flames. She rode past, kicking Cynric away from Lancelot as she rode past. She jerked Kalen to a halt and turned him around. She urged him forward, dismounting next to the Saxon. She held her sword firmly, fighting him back with a strong limp. She cried out as he kicked her in the ankle. He was the one from the ice battle!

"What's this?" he snarled, kicking out at her again.

Latanie whimpered as she hobbled to the side, blocking another blow. Her gaze jerked to the side as Lancelot plunged forward, attacking as well. "Latanie, get out of here," he gasped in exhaustion.

"No," she retorted as they knocked him down. She and Lancelot backed off, fending off a few more Saxons. This wasn't easy. She turned and looked at Cynric as he grabbed a cross bow and aimed it at Lancelot. She gained up what energy she had left and shoved Lancelot to the ground as the bolt plunged into her shoulder, right by her heart. She gasped out in pain as she stumbled towards Cynric, ready to kill him.

"LATANIE!" Lancelot screamed as she fell into Cynric. She did her best to fight him but collapsed before she could deal a killer blow. She gasped in pain, fighting to stay conscious.

Lancelot's rage boiled over as he ran forward, his twin blades unsheathed. He plunged his sword into Cynric's chest, the other clanging with Cynric's blade. His eyes burned with hatred as they fought, his other blade slipping into Cynric's neck. He fell to his knees beside Latanie, sobbing hysterically. "Lat," he sobbed, gently holding her head up with his hand. "Don't leave me here," he pleaded, holding her hand for a moment before holding her close to his body.

"Lance," Latanie gasped, clutching the collar of his armor. Her breath came in gasps as she lay there in Lancelot's arms. "Freedom," she whispered, gently touching his cheek with her bloody hands.

"Yeah, freedom," Lancelot said quietly, sobbing still. He placed a kiss on her lips. "Don't close your eyes Lat! Don't do it!" he pleaded some more, resting his forehead in the crook of her neck. "Please. We can still have a future together. Married, a family, and we can bother Arthur all we want, just drive him right over the edge!" he bargained, hoping that it would keep his lover with him.

Latanie smiled weakly, blood dribbling out of the corner of her lips. "Don't linger." She shook her head and rested it in the crook of his elbow. "I love you, Lancelot. I always have." She closed her eyes.

"No! Lat! Don't leave!" Lancelot pleaded but Latanie couldn't hear his words and the heart wrenching sobs that followed them.

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I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like.

Is it over yet, in my head?

I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your evil mind.

Is it over yet? I can't win.

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I'm going all the way, get away, please.

Chorus:
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.

This will be all over soon.
Pour salt into the open wound.

Is it over yet? Let me in.

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left.
I know that I can find the fire in your eyes.
I'm going all the way, get away, please.

Chorus:
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.

Bridge:
I'm waiting, I'm praying, realize, start hiding.

Chorus:
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.

"Breath" by Breaking Benjamin

A/N: Okay, that was the end of chapter 12. Really sad huh? I was listening to this Breaking Benjamin song while I was writing the ending because I think it certainly fits the situation with Lance and Lat. Stay tuned! R&R please!