The signal was given and Laurel let her arrow fly. It soared far. She was surprised actually. She hadn't picked up an bow and arrow in nearly three summers. She was glad she still remembered how it was done. Another signal was called out. This one by Guinevere. She let out a primitive yell and took off running. Laurel followed suit. She and about a thousand Woads followed Guinevere into the already ongoing battle.
What befell her sight was horrible. Saxon's lay dead all around her. Laurel dared not stand in one spot too long and she went about killing ugly Saxon men when ever they got close enough to her to stab with her knife. Deep down Laurel was enjoying it. Tristan would be proud, she thought.
She was met in a few seconds by Sofia who, like her, was covered in blood already. "Just pretend they're all old boyfriends!" shouted Laurel's twin as she went after yet another Saxon. Laughing out loud, Laurel followed her sister and the two girls sent a rather burly and tall Saxon to his knees where others dispatched him quickly.
Laurel and Sofia knew all about the battle of Baden Hill. It was recorded as the last battle in Brittain by the Romans just before they pulled out all their forces. She knew of Artorius Castus and his knights' victory over the invading saxons. She knew the hows but not the whys. Those she learned during her short stay in the castle. Now knowing the full tale, Laurel was more than ready to kill the Saxons, no retribution what so ever from the government. She was, as were the Sarmatian knights, a pagan. Sofie was "non religious". So she feared no god either. She killed the fur covered men at will. She had been cut a few times and kicked in the stomack by one particularly ugly one, which she kicked back. Every now and then her eyes would scan the scene for a knight. She saw Galahad a few times, Sofia by his side. But Gawain was nowhere to be seen.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tristan. He was fighting a powerful looking Saxon and the Saxon was winning. Laurel shouted and ran to him. She got to him just as the big Saxon was about to run him through. Laurel yelled and plunged her dagger into his shoulder.
With a growl of pain the older mand tossed Laurel over his houlder and went after her, leaving Tristan alone momentarily. Exactly what she wanted. Laurel Durham had a few tricks up her sleeve that this sixth century Saxon had never seen. She took up a peculiar stance. The Saxon looked at her, bewildered. She grinned at him and began her Yoga routine. She waved her hands and arms in the air with grace. Tristan watched her and smiled. He, himself had wondered at first what sort of magic she had to be doing when he has seen her doing those moves in the livingroom. Seeing her do them now, they were just comical. Suddenly, Laurel shot out her right foot, panting it firmly in the Saxon's knee. He howled and lunged at her. She did a back handspring and landed on her feet a few yards away from him. "Stand still foolish girl." growled the Saxon. But her distraction had worked. Tristan had managed to catch his breath and regain some of his strength. He charged the Saxon, sword drawn. Laurel smiled at the old man and ran off, killing another Saxon on her way by.
She was a few hundred feet away when she saw Arthur take over for Tristan. Relieved, Laurel went to find Gawain.
The Saxon army was dwindling and it was easier to see who was who. Woads were the ones covered in blue and red, Saxons were the ones wearing fur, and Sarmatian knights were wearing body armor. She glanced around in time to see Sofia throw a dagger at the hand of a Saxon. He had been reaching for a crossbow to shoot at Lancelot. He glared at her and she wagged her finger at him reproachfully. Lancelot and the Saxon swung their swords at each other until one of Lancelot's twin blades found it's mark in the side of the Saxon. There was an issue of blood and the Saxon hit his knees. Lancelot had the upper hand.
A Saxon came running at Laurel just then she she was take by surprise. He had her on the ground and was about to thrust his dagger into her bare belly when he screamed in pain and Galahad appeared behind him, spear in hand. "Gawain is over there." ha said to her with a smile. "Have fun getting there." and with that he was gone, fighting more Saxons.