"Um," she thought a minute, "I guess I don't know. Yuki and Toya-nii-san left for Spain yesterday, so I suppose we should move on now. Camelot 'tis a silly place."
"I agree most fully," Shaoran said, feeling very relieved. "I'll go fetch Sir Kurogane, Sir Watanuki, and Sir Doumeki."
And so they set off, these three most noble knights. There was Sir Kurogane, the immensely, recklessly brave; Sir Doumeki, the infinitely wise know-it-all, smart-ass, obnoxious son of a– WATANUKI! STOP THAT! ehm Sir Doumeki the wise, Sir Watanuki, the pure and easily irritated, and of course the aptly named Sir Not Appearing in this Parody. These Most Holy Knights of this Very Round Table had banded together with Sakura, Queen of the Britons, etc., to protect her and to earn fame and glory throughout the land.
The five of them had hardly made it a mile from the grand Castle of Camelot ( "It's only a model!" "SHUT IT, WATANUKI!" ) when they encountered difficulties. They were striding (or riding, in Sakura's case) through a very dark, and very expensive forest, when they came upon a clearing. Therein stood a boy that looked excessively like Shaoran, to the extent they could have been clones. He was dressed in black armor, and he held a sword, blood dripping ominously off the end.
"Um, Sir Knight," Sakura began, and the knight paid her no heed. "I'm looking for knights to join me at my court at Camelot. Would you care to join us?" The Knight paid her still no heed. At this point, everyone was questioning both Sakura and this knight's sanity. "Well, if not," Sakura had started to sound less stately and more nervous, "then we'll just be passing through here." Her horse made to take a step forwards, and the Shaoran-clone stepped forward to block her path.
"You may not pass," he intoned dully.
"Pardon?"
"You may not pass," he repeated.
"But I need to pass," she said.
"Then you will die," he continued in monotone.
"Oh, this is ridiculous," said Kurogane, who stepped forwards, parried, thrusted, and cut the man's left arm off. "You done now?"
"'Tis but a scratch," he said.
"He cut your arm off!" Sakura exclaimed.
"I've had worse," he dismissed her, "so come on, you pansy!"
It was deja vu all over again. Parry, thrust, arm falls off.
"All right, fight over, I won," Kurogane sounded bored. He began to proceed.
"Well, come on then, what're you waiting for?" screeched Clone!Shaoran.
"Pardon?" asked Sakura and Shaoran at once.
"Have at you!"
"Look," interrupted an irritated Watanuki, "you've got no arms left, you stupid bastard."
"Yes I have." A collective eyebrow was raised. "'Tis but a flesh wound."
"Look, stop that," Shaoran said. Sakura looked vaguely concerned by this display.
"Chicken! Chicken!" taunted Shaoran 2, creating a strange picture.
"Look," said an exasperated Shaoran 1, "I'll have your leg."
He chopped it off.
"That's it! Come here!"
"What are you going to do, bleed on him?" asked Kurogane.
"I'm invincible!" the other-Shaoran exclaimed, starting to cackle.
"You're a loony," said Doumeki.
"The Black Knight always triumphs! Well, have at you!" Doumeki chopped the knight's other leg off. Shaoran 2 looked vaguely concerned for a moment.
"Well," he said pensively, "we'll have to call it a draw." the clone announced. Kurogane and Doumeki snorted in unison and Shaoran began to lead the gaping Sakura away. "Are you running away? Come back, you pansies! I'll bite your legs off! Have at you!"
As the royal party continued into the distance, Sakura turned to Shaoran and asked,"Shaoran-kun, do you have a brother?"
"No," he replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Fairly."
"How about a twin?"
"Nope."
"An evil clone?"
"Not to my knowledge. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason," she looked relieved, "I was just curious."