He'd done it.

Sonic had defeated Lancelot, a knight of the Round Table. He was cornered, sword out of reach, Caliburn at his throat and everything. Sonic couldn't believe it. And now… what was he supposed to do now?

As if to answer that question, Caliburn spoke up.

"Fool! What are you waiting for? Strike the final blow!" Oh. Oh no. Sonic was supposed to kill him? That was crazy. It was crazy, wasn't it? All this talk of chivalry and bravery, and Caliburn wanted him to kill people? Sonic looked to Lancelot for an answer, but he just stared back, utterly resigned to his fate.

"What are you waiting for, Knave the Hedgehog? If you're done with thoroughly humiliating me, why don't you finish me off?" This was not good. Sonic couldn't do something like kill a person… Could he?

Nope, he couldn't. They expected him to, but since when did Sonic go along with other people's expectations?

Sonic steeled himself, as if he was preparing to run Lancelot through. Lancelot closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow. Sonic smirked.

Then he threw Caliburn to the other side of the clearing. Lancelot opened his eyes when he heard the sword hit the ground, confusion clear on his face. Caliburn was shouting at Sonic, but he didn't care. Sonic held out his hand.

"Hey, sorry about that. Talking swords say the weirdest things, you know?" Lancelot was clearly taken aback.

"What are you doing, you knave? You've left yourself defenseless!" Sonic shrugged.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I still won, so why should I have to kill you? I want to help." Lancelot was still confused, but he took Sonic's hand, and Sonic pulled him up. Lancelot snatched his hand away, a familiar grouchy expression on his face.

"I thank you for sparing my life, Knave the Hedgehog. Do not expect me to return the favor next time we meet." Wow, that was so edgy. Shadow would be proud of his medieval lookalike – if he didn't try to strangle him first.

"Actually, my name is Sonic." Lancelot glared at him.

"I don't particularly care." Then he teleported away.

"Alright, jerk." Sonic said to no one in particular. Then he walked over to retrieve a very angry Caliburn.

"What were you thinking, you complete and utter fool! You were leaving yourself completely vulnerable, you halfwit! And how dare you throw me across the field like that, you imbecile! Why, I ought to-!" While Caliburn went through every synonym for 'idiot' he could think of, Sonic noticed something. Lancelot had left his sword behind. It was still stuck in the ground from when Sonic had disarmed him.

"Hey, Caliburn, look at this! And you call me an idiot." Sonic grabbed the enormous sword and stood it up. "Seriously, this thing is taller than I am! Cool." Caliburn was still furious.

"Are you even listening to me anymore, you dunce?" he hollered. Sonic sighed.

"Hey, calm down, alright? We're both alive and I got this sweet sword. So can you stop yelling at me?" Sonic pleaded.

"No!" Caliburn snapped. Figures. "We should keep moving. The Lady of the Lake is right up ahead," he added.

So Sonic and Caliburn walked out of the clearing, and on to the next adventure.