Just in time to see William, sword broken, lying under Marco, who was trying to stab through the hard Oxford dictionary. I rushed at Marco and tried to hit him on the head with the hilt. Marco snarled, backhanded William, and came after me. He's gonna fight with me with a sword!
I'm panicked. I've never used a sword before! I tried remembering what Jennifer taught William. I anyhow swung the sword and sliced Marco's cheek. Marco roared and charged at me, sword point at my chest level.
In my desperation, I threw the sword to William. "Here!" I shouted.
I know, I know. Like Elaine throwing the sword to William in Avalon High, when Marco was trying to shoot William. But now Marco was trying to stab me.
I played dodgeball, or "dodgesword", in this case. I'm quite a good dodgeball player. I was doing ok. That's when Marco cornered me. He was laughing evilly. "Guess I'll have to change plans. I'll finish you first, you little—"
William slashed Excalibur through the air. He cut off Marco's ponytail. Seriously. Marco grew a ponytail. Or maybe it's a wig.
Indeed it's a wig. Marco is WAY pissed off. "I'll get you for this, Arthur!" Then they did combat again.
Our Prince
perceived it, and pressed fast forward,
Hurtling through he host
with his whole strength.
There he met Mordred and with full
malice said,
"Turn, untrue traitor, your time is up!
Arthur perceived Marco's blow, and pressed his shield forward. Using his whole strength, he came at Marco with full anger. "Your time is up!"
But the
great God I shall give you your death-blow.,
And no rescue or
ransom shall reach you from any man!"
The sovereign struck
him staunchly with Excalibur,
Shearing off the corner of the
shining shield
Now, Marco also used an Oxford dictionary as a shield. A shining one, no, really. William was shouting his war-cry. "By God, I'll kill you. And nobody will stop me!" And he struck Marco solidly with Excalibur. He sliced off a corner of a thousand-paged thick OXFORD DICTIONARY!
And
hitting a hand's-breadth deep into the shoulder,
So that the
bright red blood blazoned the mail.
Mordred shuddered and
shivered, but shrank back little,
Rather shot forward sharply in
his shining gear,
And Marco was pierced in the shoulder. His "armour" was stained. But he did not shrink back. Instead, he went forward in his shining "armour".
And the
felon struck fiercely with that fine sword,
Ripping through the
rib-plates on Arthur's right side.
Through surcoat and hauberk of
armoured steel
the hilding hacked off a half-foot of flesh.
I mean, he pierced that sword through William's chest! Luckily it's not on the left. Otherwise he'd died instantly. William's ribs must all be broken.
That
deadly blow brought his death, and dread pity it was
That the
dauntless man should die but by God's deeming!
Yet still with his
sword Excalibur he struck nobly,
Guarding himself guilefully with
his glittering shield,
I think William is dieing. Yet he still fought with Excalibur, guarding himself with his blood-splattered Oxford dictionary.
And
slashed off Mordred's sword hand as he surged past.
An inch from
the elbow he hacked it clean off,
So that Mordred sank down and
swooned in the dust;
Yes, through brassard of bright steel and
brilliant mail,
Ok, this is too much. I fully ran away screaming for the caretaker. Mr. Gurde, the caretaker, shambled towards me. "What are
you
doing out of bed at this hour, girl?"
I pointed towards the
library. I then called the police. God, I'd never seen so much
blood in my life. The police said they're coming quickly.
Meanwhile, Mr. Gurde was staring disbelieving at the battle. William had slashed off Marco's arm! So Marco was now lying, bleeding on the floor.
And hilt
and hand upon the heath were left lying.
Then deftly he dragged
that devil upright again
And broached him with the blade to the
bright hilts,
So that he squirmed on the sword-point in his
death-struggle.
Marco's hand was lying on the floor. Aaargh! William dragged him up, and was going to pierce his sword right through him.
"No! Let him die like that. This is called self-defense, not murder." I pleaded.
So William coldly let go of Marco. He coolly watched Marco squirming in his death-stuggle.
Yeah, death due to excess blood loss of laceration of hand. That's how Marco died.
"In
faith, said the fated king, "It fills me with grief
That
such a false felon should have so fair a death."
"I really," William gasped, "am sad that such a bastard died so easily. Then he slowly keeled over himself.
"William!" I rushed over to him. Then the police were here. So was the ambulance.
And,
as it were one voice, an agony
Of
lamentation, like a wind that shrills
All
night in a waste land, where no one comes,
Or
hath come, since the making of the world.
Then
murmured Arthur, 'Place me in the barge.'...
"You're gonna be fine, William. The ambulance's coming soon." I whispered. Then two paramedics carried a stretcher and carefully lifted William to the ambulance. I got onboard with him. I hoped my "Lady of the Lake" powers can save him. "Please don't leave Elaine alone. You gotta stay alive." I was crying now. Which girl wouldn't? After so much blood and one death, even me, a self-claimed tomboy, will break. Then William was ushered into the emergency operating room in Glastonbury hospital. The doctor is from Salerno. And now the cops
want to talk to me.
