Amazonian Support 8

As Lancelot and Sarmatia hid behind a couple of large oak trees, Sarmatia asked softly, "When this is all over, what will you do?"

Lancelot looked at her in shock. It wasn't the question that shocked him, but the place she asked it. They were in the middle of a Saxon incursion, and she was talking about what the future held!

He winced as a large group of about twenty Saxons' stopped to 'take care of business', and said softly, "I don't really think about it."

Sarmatia scrunched up her face when a Saxon got close to her, relieved himself on a tree close by, and waited with an impatience ness that surprised her. Normally, she was a very patient and calm warrior. But with this new challenge, and her growing feelings for the First Knight of her King, she was more fidgety than normal.

When the Saxons left, dragging one of the arrow-lance-throwers with them, the two warriors removed themselves from the tree line and stealthy moved behind the first of five targets.

As he slit the throat of one Saxon, he saw from the edge of his vision Tristan and Theaia moving in on their own five targets.

Tristan was impressed. He frowned. He'd been thinking that a lot lately with the arrival of the Amazonian Princesses-especially Theaia herself. The scouting princess was silent. Even more silent than he was, and even though she was right in front of him, it seemed like she vanished from sight whenever he blinked. He knew that the two of them were to undergo a series of subterfuge battles, and although he hated killing an opponent from the rear, his friends and brothers back at the wall were counting on them all to bring down the lances as fast as possible.

As the circled the advancing army, they found themselves at the tree line very quickly and found their first targets setting up the lance. Theaia quickly put and end to their work by killing the two operators. Tristan admired her swift kills while he took out the other five Saxons that were guarding the arrow-lance.

Very quickly they moved to the arrow-lance and Theaia said softly but blandly, "We'll need to remove the lever. Without it the machine won't work."

Tristan nodded and started to help her ruin or remove the large wooden lever that engaged the slingshot ability of the weapon. It was tough since one of them was really doing the work while the other watched out for any Saxons that were to close.

When they were finished, all in all, he thought, it was a good kill. He had gotten to kill eighteen Saxons on his first run-ALONE! He smiled grimly as they silently moved closer to the second arrow-lance-thrower.

Arthur was a nervous wreck! First, the Amazons arrived and swore allegiance to him as their KING, then they brought news of the invading Saxon army in which he was now watching march closer to the Wall, next he sent his best friend out into a horrible situation without him being there to watch his back, and lastly, his whole bloody religion has just been tipped over completely!

Why oh why couldn't I have been a bloody pacifist! Then I would be in Rome, sitting on my arse, fatter than any old Senator, but I'd be firm in my beliefs and not here fighting for my life yet AGAIN!

As the army got closer, Arthur's gazed zoomed in on the white markers that Areia had established for this particular part of the battle.

When the first five lines passed the one hundred and fifty feet mark, he yelled, "NOW!"

Galahad, Areia, and twenty others on the wall, simultaneously pulled on the cords in their hands. Everyone watched with belated breath as the arrows sung through the air and found homes in the advancing army.

The Knights watched grimly as over half the Saxons that had been shot at went down-they were dead before they hit the ground while the other half screamed in pain and pulled the arrows out of wherever the arrows landed in them.

Arthur took a deep breath, pulled out Excalibur, raised it into that air, and shouted as he and Cagne, his warhorse, along with Bors, Dagonet, Gawain, Romana, Athena, and ten other horsed Romans rode out to meet the Saxons.

Galahad watched with a dark pride as his friends and allies met the Saxons. He could tell, even from here, that the army was surprised to be attacked so early on in the set-up of the battle. Generally, the two sides in a battle would set-up and wait for the two leaders to meet in the middle to discuss what would truly happen in the battle. Arthur didn't allow that to happen so the Saxons were caught with their breeches down-as it were and they weren't getting up anytime soon.

He pulled out his double bladed sword and said to Areia, "Shall we join in on the fun?"

His partner, the red headed, blue eyed Princess pulled out her own sword, raised it into the air, and cried out, "AIAIAIAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

About twenty more arrows flew from behind them in response as they made their way down the battlement stairs and onto their horses. Without bothering to say anything to Jols, who had been holding their steeds, they charged right out into the middle of the battle-both were eager to join their friends and new allies-no matter what they said later on about it.

Lancelot ducked as a sword swung at his head and blocked another from an approaching Saxon. Their job had been disgustingly easy since the Saxons had not expected them to come up from behind their own lines, but he had to admit, they had their wits about them. Just after their fourth target fell, a Saxon scout saw them and sounded the alarm. After that the two of them had been swamped with Saxons from all sides. He only hoped that Sarmatia, Tristan, and Theaia were all right. He couldn't tell with the sea of red, blond, and fur all around him.

As he cut the lives of the Saxons down, he spotted a young man with blond hair that fell to his shoulders. Furs decorated his upper chest and he had a large battle axe-similar to Dagonet's- by his feet. He was also surrounded by three very large Saxons those must be bodyguards no doubt. Meaning he's a man of importance! I'll just go and invite myself into his little meeting.

Very quickly Lancelot had his way to the small group and as he made himself known, an arrow with a red piece of string found its home in one of the bodyguard's back. With a yelp, he fell dead and revealed the archer to them all-Tristan.

Lancelot grinned cockily and said, "Well, let's get this party started! You wanted a piece of the Wall, and you're going to get it!"

He lunged at the group at the same time as Tristan. The two remained guards jumped into action by placing themselves on either side of the Saxon noble, and raising their weapons in defense.

The Saxons laughed, threw back his head, and said arrogantly, "I am Cyndryc, son of Cerdic, King of Scandinavia! You cannot kill me. You cannot even wound me! My guards Svein and Thorgils will protect me to the death! And none have bested them in all our years together!"

Lancelot's grin just got bigger as he said, "Yeah well, I'm the best swordsman this side of the Wall besides my commander, Artorius, so you might want your guards to be a bit closer to you, or else!"

Cyndryc snarled and yelled something in his native language. Lancelot and Tristan, even though they didn't speak Saxon, knew that it was an order to attack. They both readied themselves, and welcomed the large charging men into their personal fighting space.

That was when Cyndryc realized his mistake. As the two knights vanished from sight, two very beautiful beings made themselves known to him. Unfortunately, they were both armed with loaded bows and both arrow tips were targeting him.

Now, this Saxon Prince was a lover, not a fighter, and he hated bloodshed-much to his father's consternation, but he did know a thing or two about defending himself from harm and he was a genius at battle strategies, so his father grudgingly, allowed him to continue living.

But these two beauties had the advantage over him, so he smiled charmingly at them and said, "Ah, Ladies, you don't want to do that. I'm sure you don't even want to be here on this bloody field. Why don't you just put those bows down before you hurt someone?"

Sarmatia raised an amused eyebrow at his words as Theaia simply pulled back her arrow and said, "Nice try, but we're Amazons."

The two princesses only had enough time to see the Saxon's eye widen in horror before their arrows found their marks-his heart and crotch.

When the battle died down on their side, Lancelot moved to her side and said with a wince, "Must you shoot the guy so? Just a simple arrow through the heart or eye would have done the job, but through his private? What he'd say to you two?"

Before Sarmatia could answer, they heard a distant voice yelling out, "LANCELOT! TRISTAN!"

Then they heard females yelling out, "SARMATIA! THEAIA! WHERE ARE YOU!"

Sarmatia smiled and said serenely as they mounted their horses once more, "Looks like the Calvary has arrived."

Tristan and Lancelot shared a bemused look at her words and joined their new allies as they made their way back to the wall.

"ARTHUR! WE ARE ALL FINE!" shouted Lancelot once he was in hearing and seeing distance.

Arthur sighed in relief as his friends made their way through the ending one-on-one battles and he nearly jumped his friend when the First Knight's feet touched the ground.

"Arthur, what is it?" asked his friend worriedly.

Arthur sighed and ran his hand through his hair and mumbled something.

Lancelot's confused expression grew as he echoed for accuracy, "Beezus is an hurl?"

Gawain burst out laughing with Bors and Galahad as Arthur shook his head and repeated what he said softly into Lancelot's ear.

Lancelot's face grew red, like he was trying not to laugh, but he couldn't help the smile that grew on his face at his friend and commander's growing obscenities towards the church and Rome.

FINALLY! He thought with a grateful look up into the heavens.