"She's right over that hill." Melanie told Gwain. "Are you ready to end this?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, My Love." He replied with a cheeky grin. Melanie couldn't help the smile that graced her lips, only for a moment.
"We leave here together." Melanie said. "Or not at all." She set her horse to a gallop, Gwain following close behind.
After a few leagues, Melanie stopped horse.
"Saxons." She said. "Guarding the stronghold."
"Can you tell how many?"
"Eight from what I can see."
"Four for each." Gwain said. "Fair game, wouldn't you think?"
"Couldn't agree more." She pulled Excalibur from its sheath as Gwain pulled his own sword. "On three?"
"One."
"Two."
"Three." They took off once again, taking down the eight guards easily.
"You're sure you don't want to turn back now?" Melanie asked. "I wouldn't blame you."
"Nonsense!" Gwain replied. "The fun's just getting started." He swung his sword around. "Shall we?"
"My pleasure." They dismounted their horses and entered the stronghold.
Expertly taking down each Saxon, they found the throne room. They exchanged a glance and forced the doors open.
"I was wondering when you'd arrive." Morgana mused. She stood behind the large throne, an aura of darkness surrounding her. "Melanie isn't it? I commend you for revealing my spy. Tell me, how could you have possibly accomplished that?"
"Talking is boring." Melanie responded. "I'd much rather finish what I came here to do."
"Fine. You're so keen on getting rid of me." She sent her guards away, taking ones sword as he left. "You and me then."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Gwain asked.
"Just stay back." She said. He kissed her quickly before she stood in front of Morgana, ready to fight. The witch pounced at her and she parried the attack. Steal clashed against steal. The women dodged each other's blows with swift grace.
Morgana kicked Melanie down, causing Excalibur to fly from her grip. Landing at Gwain's feet.
"Any last words?" Morgana asked, stepping in Melanie's chest. She held the sword to her neck.
"I've got one." Gwain said, picking up Excalibur. "Goodbye." He plunged the blade into Morgana's chest. He pulled it out and she dropped to the ground. Dead.
He helped Melanie up and pulled her to his chest.
"Are you alright my love?" He asked, kissing her head.
"I'm fine." She assured.
"You're bleeding." Her lip was split and there were cuts on her arms and face.
"I'll be fine. We need to go."
"What about the other Saxons?"
"So long as we can get out before they catch us, we can alert Arthur."
"And Mordred?" The question caught Melanie off guard. She had just realized the Druid boy wasn't there.
"We need to go. Now." She took of towards the horses, Gwain struggling to keep up. "He could already be at the castle with an army of Saxons." She mounted and took off. Without waiting for Gwain. If she didn't make it in time, everything would be in vain.