"I still cant believe it." Lillian laughed as Axel finished his story, her minds eye wandered as the young woman tried to envision the scenario. Of the look on Axel's face as the man would teeter left to right, front to back . "I wish I could have seen it." Her eyes flashing to the man beside her.
At her comment Raoul couldn't help but laugh and smile, looking to her gently, his green eyes watching over Lillian as the woman remained focused on her fellow comrade and his mis-adventure. Raoul couldn't help but marvel that even with worn, blood-stained armor and a deadly weapon at her side, she would cause him to forget ever so briefly that they were at war with the world around them. That the years of training and fighting had not taken its toll on her as it did so many others. That she was still....her.
"Haha." Axel mocked trying to hide the red twinge of embarrassment that flushed to his face. "Very funny. Glad you all find my pain funny." A smile crept on his face as he thought about his day. "That was the shortest and most pointless practice I ever……."
The mans words were cut short as an arrow struck his leg, causing him to wince and lean over in agony. Quickly all eyes darted in the direction from which the attack had come. Quickly the others searched the horizon around them, looking for the enemy, with the others keeping a watchful eye, Ellaine made her way beside the injured knight, checking on the wound he had received.
"AMBUSH!" Raoul called drawing his sword, his eyes stern and set upon the direction the arrow had come, searching for the enemy that still remained hidden within the darkness of the forest around them. "Arm yourselves."
In unison the others followed suit. One hand holding the reigns, the other their weapons. Just beyond the trees the small band heard it. A cry of war wrung in the air as the group finally emerged from their shelter. Their faces painted, and armor worn from wear, weapons held high. Then just as quickly as they appeared they stopped and stared menacingly at the four riders on horseback as if waiting for something.
There were to many to count off hand, but Lillian did not even have to count to know they were greatly outnumbered, at least five to one. The four lone knights looked quickly to each other, each looking for some sort of answer as to what they should do. Should they stay and fight and most likely die, or run back to the fort for reinforcements. Either way there was no guarantee they would survive to see the fort again.
Without warning more arrows lined the sky, drawing the attention of the knights, causing them to move back. Each one missed hitting the ground before them and beside them.
"They're toying with us." Axel said under is breath, as he held his weapon firmly in his hand. His leg, although bandaged was still bleeding. Lillian shot him a look of concern which the injured man did not see. "Why don't they attack already?"
"Raoul?!" Lillian cried as more arrows caught the sky around them and fell to them barely missing them and their mounts. "What should we do?" Lillian asked as more arrows rained around them, coming ever closer, several missing the head of Raoul by inches.
Breathing a sigh of relief Raoul raised his sword and glanced to Lillian before returning his attention the men and women before them. "RUS!" He cried as he racing full speed on his horse, followed closely by the remaining riders, each running to meet their enemy. Lagging behind momentarily Lillian felt something rise within her.
'this doesn't feel right.' Lillian thought as she raced after her companions, sword at her side.
Silently the roman paced back and forth, contemplating ideas of what the woads and picts may be up to. The wind that had whipped his hair and cloak died down and was silent as well. Silence, it was the silence that had encompassed Hadrian's wall the last week that Arthur had dreaded even more. True Arthur knew there had been times where weeks would pass before a major battle would begin again, but there had still been many assaults in between.
"You look troubled Arthur" A voice chimed in, low and concerned all at once. Arms crossed the young dark haired night watched his commander curiously. Their previous conversation with Caius had not gone over well and the roman left in more a fit of anger and spite then anything else. Personally Lancelot found himself enjoying the sight of the foreign commander in such turmoil, but also found himself growing tired of the man as well. Of his constant distate for the Sarmatians that lay within these walls, that fought Rome's war, and not by choice.
"They are planning something. I can feel it." Arthur replied taking a seat beside his first knight. His eyes misted with dread.