I'll admit it…I am jealous.

Not of any one person, mind you, but of a group of people...Kamen Riders?. One is this 'blonde' girl with a superiority complex.

Listen to me, bitching and moaning as I walk down this path. Sure, they both might have awesome powers and leave me behind because I'm oh-so-fragile, but that's no reason to groan about it.

Wait…scratch that, I'll bitch all I want!

But, they're the least of my concerns right now. At the moment, my only concern is making sure this asshole doesn't get his hands on that sword.

Man, two days ago, I was just a happy-go-lucky vacationer…now, I'm sneaking around some rich guy's castle as he prepares some weird kinda ritual to turn a regular sword into Excalibur or something.

How'd I wind up here?

-One day before-

Morgana watched in glee as the girl was strapped to the crucifix, preparing her for the bloody ritual that would grant her God freedom. It was so long in coming that his Dark Lord should walk the Earth.

She looked to the door as a series of knocks echoed upon it. Her two loyal minions opened the doors, allowing her entrance.

"Excellent," Morgana said with a smile, "The boy is dead. Take your places, we haven't much time."

The five minions took their places on the pentagram, each happy to do so as they awaited their 'reward.' Fortunately, she had overlooked the detail that the ritual required not only one sacrifice of blood, but six sacrifices of the spirit. The blood sacrifice had to come from a virgin girl, while all six merely needed to be human and willingly doing so…the rules of the ritual never stated they had to be aware of their sacrifice, just willing.

Morgana reached into her robes and withdrew the sword. It was a piece of junk, really, rusted over and badly damaged from the many years of combat and service. She felt a strong sense of irony as she held the sword, knowing that its first owner had worked diligently to keep her God and His allies at bay, even as they tried to conquer both his kingdom and the Faerie Kingdom. Still, iron or not, her God would have His day.

She approached the altar with a precise pace, and upon reaching it, slid the sword into its place at the feet of the idol and directly below the girl. She withdrew her dagger and turned to stand before the five men facing him.

"In blood, shall He rise, just as in blood He was felled," she spoke, "Now, on this holy day, let the One True God come forth and wrought His vengeance upon the world!"

"Praise be to-" his men said before they were interrupted by the sound of thunder.

Rohan reached into his robes and withdrew the dagger and stabbed on of the cultists. Morgana ducked down, but Rohan managed to nailed two more of them. The other two quickly turned on him and fired back, causing him to duck and roll to the side, firing their last three shots at them. The first two nailed the nearest one in the chest, while the final one caught Morgana in the hand by a miracle, just as she was about to carve The girl up.

The last one charged at him and took him down to the ground. Angus kicked him up over him and onto his back, then slammed the butt of his mace into his head, dazing him. Rohan got up and turned to his assailant.

"You," Rohan growled as he pulled out his knife and pressed it against the Morgana's throat, "How could you do that to your own daughter?"

"Immortality has its demands," the Morgana said without any remorse, "Besides, I hate the slut's."

"…Asshole," Rohan muttered as he slammed his fist down into the bridge of her nose, knocking him out.

Before he could do anything more, however, he felt a force lift him up and toss him into the statue. He groaned out in pain as he felt his left wrist snap.

"Pathetic," Rohan looked up at Morgan, standing before The girl with a bloody knife in her hand, "To think you could stop his ascent. A boy, such as you? Laughable."

Rohan watched as the blood from The girl dripped onto the sword.

"And now," Morgana swaggered over to him, "I don't think I'll rid the world of you, nuisance. I believe I shall keep you alive for my Lord."

Rohan spat into her face, which caused Morgana to slap him.

"We'll beat you into submission, don't worry," she muttered, "Next time- " she was cut off " Their wont be a next time " Dierdre said as she shot the dagger out of her hand

"Dont forget me ," Ivar said with a grin, Then stabbing his trident into Morgana's side, dropping her down to her knees as it went into her side.

"Math," Rohan said as he came to his feet, "Because sometimes the difference between six and seven is pretty fuckin' important!" Garret appeared " Cleared the rest away he said joining the others.

Rohan followed up his quip with a kick to Morgana's side, putting her onto the floor as she groaned in pain.

He turned his attention to The girl. She was alive, with only her leg having been cut. Still, he figured it'd be best to move the sword to make sure that whatever Morgana had had planned wouldn't happen anyway. He grasped the sword…

"NO," Morgana shouted, but it was too late, as The mystic knights were whisked away in a flash of light. " Fuck!".