Part 5 The Servants Scars
(Authors Note: I know the titles sound kind of repetitive! I'm sorry. I own nothing!)
Sounds reached my ears as she drained me of my strength, sounds of metal clashing with metal, swords cutting flesh and bone, shouts of a name from several throats fading into the distance.
MERLIN
MERlin
Merlin
merlin
I was fading not them. There was a crash, what sounded like a mile away. A shout of rage and Ravana let go. I couldn't move, even breathing was nearly impossible at the moment. I slipped out of the chair onto the floor. I heard voices behind me and focused on the words.
"…him go!" Was that Gwaine? A hissing answered him followed by the clash of a sword on the chair.
"Lancelot!" Someone shouted in warning. Arthur? Percival? I honestly couldn't tell. I felt someone hoist me up by the arm. My neck had stopped bleeding. Lancelot's face swam into view.
"Can't leave you and Arthur alone for five minutes, can we?" Gwaine commented as he took hold of my other arm. I could feel my hold on reality slipping away. I saw Arthur standing in front of us looking angry and worried.
"Idiot! You should have fought back." I blearily shook my head.
"Made a deal. Keep you safe." I couldn't form full sentences. He glared at me.
"Idiot! Don't do that again, ever!" He led us out into the hall. Ravana wasn't attacking. That was wrong. I struggled a little trying to figure out where she was, whose neck her fangs would be sinking into next. But the stress of the day had been too much and as I let my head fall back I hears a gasp from my left.
"How did he get that?!" Gwaine almost whispered. I heard nothing for a while after that.
