Disclaimer: - I do not own King Arthur, the characters or the previous events of the movie. I do however own Kaiden, and this new plot… but not King Arthur's characters… if that makes any sense whatsoever… any way most of the credit goes to Jerry Bruckhimer and his fantastic crew, the rest of the credit goes to history

Chapter 13

Arthur adjusted the hilt of his sword in his hand, they had headed north-west, to where the army lay hidden, and they could vaguely hear the murmur of men's voices. He and the Woads walked lightly on their feet, certain to not make too much sound. Guinevere was too his left, her war clothes on and her face coved in ink the traditional Woad way. She gave him a small grin, and he reached out to take her hand in his, not wanting her out of his sight.

The battle with the Saxons had changed him; Guinevere was almost slaughtered, had it not been for Lancelot's intervention. Even then he had almost lost his best friends life to an arrow wound. He swallowed hard remembering Lancelot's dying form in his arms, he prayed hard for a miracle that day and he was granted not only one but two. One for Tristan as well, who suffered greatly by the blade. All of his knights made it out alive that day, and he thanked God every day since.

Now as they voyaged nearer to the camp, he reluctantly let go of Guinevere's hand but told her with his eyes not stray too far during the battle. She nodded understandingly and only moved half a metre back.

The Romans were sitting around many separate fires, each cleaning their weapons preparing for the oncoming war that was soon to commence. Arthur could vaguely over hear a blonde haired officer say something about an easy victory, and Arthur couldn't help but smirk. He motioned for all the Woads to step back out of the Roman firing range, but not out of the Woads. Woads were excellent arches, as they proved in the battle of Baden Hill, the Romans wouldn't know what hit them.

Arthur held up his hand, signalling them to be ready to fire. Than his hand lowered, sending with it an onslaught of night arrows, raining down onto the unprepared Romans. He inwardly cringed at the screams and moans that ensured, but regained his composure as he yelled a deafening "Fire at will." at the Woads around him.

He raised his sword and looked back at Guinevere who was swinging an axe in readiness. She nodded her head and they both screamed a war cry and ran into the forest. Close to eight hundred Woads joined them.

Arthur swung his sword easily at the oncoming blade, blocking it with a tremendous force that sent the Roman back a few steps, he didn't wait for him to regain his balanced, as he swiftly plunged the blade into the mans stomach, leaving him to die slowly on the ground in agony. He didn't have time to put him out of his misery as another blade narrowly missed his head. He blocked several weak attempts before finishing the man off. To his left Guinevere was doing the same.

She swung viciously with her axe, digging into a mans side, she ripped it out roughly and sliced down on the mans helmet less scull, sending splatters of blood on her face. She wiped them off hastily, and was suddenly kicked in the back, sending her down to the ground. She rolled to her front and stopped a blade with her axe just before it landed in her chest. With a violent kicked in the mans very sensitive part she sent him to the ground and didn't hesitate forcing the axe into the mans throat.

Removing it she looked to Arthur who was beginning to be outnumbered. She was about to yell retreat when Arthur yelled it himself, and with out hesitation they all ran back through the forest, awaiting back up at Hadrian's Wall.

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Lancelot sheafed his two long blades and adjusted his armour so it sat more comfortably. He made his way out of his quarters, than stopped abruptly upon seeing Kaiden. She was dressed like a Woad, minus the face coverings. He suddenly felt his skin become extremely warm as he watched as she bent over to secure a dagger to her leg. What she wore left little to the imagination, and he found his thoughts wandering elsewhere.

Kaiden could feel eyes upon her as she secured the dagger, and she knew exactly who those eyes belonged to. She shivered under his gaze, a blush rising to her cheeks. She straightened up, watching him as his eyes moved up with her. She coughed lightly, getting him to refocus on her, not where ever his thoughts had run off to.

He jumped embarrassedly, than adjusted his weight in an awkward motion. He seemed to register something than spoke. "Your not fighting." he said bluntly.

Kaiden raised an eyebrow. "Sorry?"

"Your not fighting." said Lancelot again, taking a step towards her and giving her that look of do-not-argue-with-me, which Kaiden always found amusing. He decided to continue on before she began to speak. "You're injured..."

"Nothing but a scratch." she protested.

Lancelot let out an amused laugh. "I do remember treating your wound."

Kaiden shrugged. "You need more men."

"Last time I looked you were a women." he said with a smirk.

Kaiden rolled her eyes. "I will fight in this war." she said beginning to walk off, though Lancelot noticed the slight limp.

"Kaiden, wait." he said, catching up to her, her injury wasn't the only reason he didn't want her to fight. She was going to kill more Romans, and that meant more guilt to live with, and at the moment he could already see the vast amount of guilt within her. That and he felt a troublesome feeling in his gut that told him not to let her fight.

She turned slowly, a determined look in her eye. She wouldn't listen to him that much he knew. There were only two solutions. Let her fight, or tie her to his bed until the war was over. He mused on the latter for a moment with a small smirk than quickly shook his head, removing a dagger from his side. "Here take this one."

She took it from his hands with a grin and threw the other from her side to replace with the new one. "Thank you."

He nodded silently, watching as she walked forwards to the wall, his eyes never leaving her retreating figure. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to suppress the burning sensation he was feeling all over his body.

He quickly ran after her and together they walked outside the wall with the other knights. They all nodded in acknowledgment, awaiting Arthur's return.

Fire light lit up the night sky, many torches surrounding the wall. It wouldn't be so hard to see once they lit the oiled fires that waited prepared amongst the grass field before them.

Kaiden felt a feeling of dread wash over her. She'd never been in a war before; she knew she could fight, though it scared her, killing so many people. Today was the first time she had ever murdered anyone, now she was to do it again. She knew she put up a strong façade, but inside she was trembling with fear. Perhaps it would have been different if it wasn't Romans she was battling. She clenched her jaw and fists in an attempt to stop the fear welling up with in her.

She closed her eyes reaching out to place her hand with the warm one next to her. She didn't care at that moment what he thought; she needed the support his warmth gave.

Lancelot squeezed her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. "Keep close to me." he whispered almost inaudibly, but she heard every word.

A/N …and the war continues… thanks for all the reviews! You guys rock!