A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! It starts right after the last one! Thank you to all those who reviewed!
Shyare sprinted down the hallway, trying to stop Lancelot before he told everyone about her relationship with the scout. It was almost dinner time, the sun was beginning to set. She saw his shadow move across the stone wall as he entered the tavern. He stood out of breath in front of Gawain and Galahad, opening his mouth to reveal the news. But he never had the chance, Shyare pushed herself past the point of exhaustion and tackled him from behind and onto the ground. A huge cloud of dirt swelled into the air, making a few customers choke.
Gawain looked at the two with crossed arms. Tristan came over, trying to find out what happened. The cloud finally settled. Shyare straddled Lancelot, a hand securely over his mouth. Just as everyone stood to observe, Shyare let out a yelp. She yanked her hand away from the dark knight, studying it, the bite mark began to turn into a welt. She scowled.
Lancelot took this moment to shove her off and stand up. Before she could say anything, Lancelot revealed loudly and quickly, "Shyare and Tristan are lovers!"
Shyare's mouth dropped. She didn't think he'd actual say it. Her senses came back to her as she saw Gawain stand up, both hands clenched into fists. Tristan was slowly backing up, apple in hand.
"He kissed me!" Shyare shot out, pointing to the dark knight.
Her brother stopped in his tracks. He looked back and forth from the two brother-in-arms, trying to decide which one to kill first. Shyare quickly got to her feet, still no boots. She inched her way to the side, standing in front of the Scout.
"Gawain," she said slowly, "I know you're not happy about this. But think of it this way, I could have fallen for coward or a cheat," she added with a nervous chuckle trying to make him see the bright side of the situation.
He ignored her and pushed her to the side, leaving Tristan in wide view. The Scout stood his ground, he would take whatever his friend threw at him. Preparing himself for the worst, Tristan was surprised to see Gawain turn suddenly and punch Lancelot in the jaw. The dark knight, who had been drinking since noon, didn't stand a chance, he fell to the ground with a thud. Seeing stars circle around his head, Lancelot stood up, wobbling on his own feet. Two barmaids were immediately at his side.
"Ale please?" he asked as the wenches directed him towards his usual corner.
Gawain turned back towards the Scout. He still stood there, waiting for impact. Gawain slugged him immediately. The scout stumbled for a moment, but didn't fall. Shyare stood up angrily, heading towards her brother. He pushed her out of the way, ready to take another shot at her lover. Shyare fell onto a table as he shoved her. The table tipped as she did a somersualt across it. She landed on the ground with a clash of ceramics and splattering of wine. The Romans went after her immediately over the loss of their drinks. Shyare was attempting to fist fight three Romans when Dagonet came to help. Four more came, causing Bors to join the quarrel.
Bors and Dagonet had taken care of the Romans in only a few moments. Shyare turned around to take in the scene, as she did so, she ran into the chest of another Roman, his drink slopping up against his uniform. He suddenly dropped the cup and scowled, all while pulling out a short sword. Shyare widened her eyes, slowly backing up, he stalked her like prey as she did so. He was coming close when she turned and ran for dear life, her arms flailing about in a drunk fashion. The Roman was chasing after her, blade held high.
Shyare ducked behind the bar quickly, Danu immediately wrapping her arms around her. Shyare removed them in haste. Searching through the shelves full of glasses.
"What on earth are ye searching for?" Vanora whispered fiercly, not wanting anyone to hear them, absurd really, no one could hear over the loud quarrel.
"My sword!" she retorted.
"Why would you have a sword here?" Vanora asked angrily, "One of the children could stumble upon it!"
"I need it for emergencies!" Shyare replied loudly with an "Aha!"
She pulled out a long sword with a leater hilt. Vanora was about to open her mouth when Shyare jumped onto the bar, looking over her shoulder, she added to her redheaded friend, "I need it for situations like this."
Before her friend could reply, she had spotted her attacker as he shoved his way towards her. Shyare smiled, her eyes glinting. She leaped from the bar and landed on her feet wobbling, but taking no notice. Fighting still continued all around them. She couldn't see her own knight though. Not able to linger on the though, she forced her head into the fight at hand. The Roman swung for her head. She ducked and made a move for his side, he side stepped it with ease. He forced her back to the edge of the tavern. She was about to be trapped between the Roman and the table when climbing on it. Dueling from above, she jumped as he aimed for her legs. But it only took one move to bring her down. He made a fake move for her legs with the sword again, but sliced her side from mid stomach up to behind her shoulder. She dropped her own blad in the confusion, unbelieving that a Roman had done this. The blood seeped across her body.
After dropping her own blade, she attempted to hold the wound, to perhaps prevent more blood loss. Everything became dizzy, the once sting became a heavy burning. The room spun around her. She fell across the table, the red liquid dripping between the planks and pooling on the stone floor. Unconcious, the Roman repeatedly punched her in the face. Believing his work was done, he sheathed his weapons and walked away, unfortunately, he was knocked unconcious with one blow from Dagonet.
The Scout was still trying to avoid Gawain's nasty blows. It seemed the entire tavern was fighting by this time. Vanora stood behind the bar with all the children surrounding her, out of harm's way. She counted to make sure all ten were there. Shyare's watched as well. Danu stood on the counter, trying to see where her adoptive parent was. Vanora frowned and took the small child off.
"Duck!" she yelled at the children as a piece of pottery came flying towards them.
The children all sat on the ground, hearing breaking objects and angry yells. About ten minutes later and it had all quieted down. Vanora cautiously stood up looking at the damage. She scowled at the over turned tables. Her customers lay on the ground unconscious. The knights were all standing. Except for Lancelot who sat in a corner with wenches fawning over him.
She then noticed Shyare was no where to be seen. She quickly came out from behind the bar to see if she was alright. Tristan had just noticed her missing. He saw her familiar dreadlocks hanging over the side of a table. She was knocked unconscious, sprawled against the rough wood. Tristan sprinted as he smelled the coppery scent of blood. He turned her over carefully. Her lip was bleeding. Several heavy bruises were forming on her face. A small gash was above one eye. He lifted up her shirt to see the wound. It still bled.
The Scout went to lift her up when she hissed, waking up in a woozy state. Gawain was by their side instantly, he had a black eye and a few scratches.
"My side," she mumbled.
Dagonet had heard and stopped by her. He gently re-lifted the shirt, shaking his head. It was difficult to see the actual wound, blood was everywhere, still spreading.
"I don't know how long she's been like this," the giant said quickly, "She needs to be treated immediately. Take her to your room. I'll meet you there."
The Scout nodded. He looked down to see she was unconscious again. Lifting her up into his arms, taking no heed of his now stained clothing, he headed out the tavern. He stopped as he heard Gawain's voice.
"Tristan!" he called, "I'm sorry about this," then more softly as he reached the Scout, "I'm glad you are the knight she fell for. And I apologize for punching you."
Tristan simply nodded. Gawain knew the Scout appreciated it, he didn't have to say anything.
As the Scout reached her room, he kicked the door open and set her on the bed. He stitched her gash as she slept. He gently brushed a hand against her face, but she flinched in her slumber, the bruising was obviously taking its effect. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He paced back and forth waiting for the gentle giant. He showed up moments later with his bag of herbs and such.
Quickly setting to his work, he cleaned the wound and took over an hour to stitch it. He finished wrapping it with the familiar white cloth. He nodded at Tristan before leaving him to his privacy.
Tristan sat on the floor beside her bed, waiting for her to awaken.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! Please review! No flames:D I'll try to update soon! Scout's honor!