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The wyvern had come out of nowhere, slamming into Merlin's side before Gwaine and Lancelot had a chance to get their swords out. The young warlock hit the ground hard, his head impacting with the dirt floor with an audible thud, dazing him enough to give the wyvern the upper hand. Easily, it pinned him to the ground, snarling as the knights slowly began approaching it.
Gwaine and Lancelot exchanged quick looks, silently communicating, both agreeing to come at the thing at two sides. With quick nods, they split up, Gwaine going in high while Lancelot went low. The wyvern had no intention of giving up Merlin, hovering almost protectively over its prey, snarling again at the two bothersome creatures as its tail swished back and forth, jaws trying and failing to rip open the knights.
Gwaine slammed his sword into the wyvern's neck, causing the creature to almost scream in pain before sending the knight backwards with its tail. Gwaine hit a tree with a near bone shattering crunch, biting his tongue as he crashed into the ground, too dazed to move.
Lancelot swung his sword up, into the wyvern's stomach. It snarled in agony, head thrashing back and forth, knocking into Lancelot. The knight flew back, hitting a slowly recovering Gwaine, sending both men to the ground.
The wyvern bent over Merlin, the young warlock succumbing to his injuries, his breathing slow and pulse a little thready, blood pooling around his head, one of his arms at an unnatural angle. He was the perfect prey, the exact way the wyvern liked them: unconscious.
It opened its jaw, ready to take a bite out of the warlock, but a war cry caught its attention just as a figure landed on its back.
Percival slammed his sword through the top of the wyvern's head and right through its jaw, barely missing Merlin. It struggled for a second, clearly stunned by what happened, before slowly falling to its side.
Percival picked himself up, very much aware of Gwaine and Lancelot struggling to their feet. He made sure they were standing before kneeling down next to Merlin. The younger man's arm was clearly broken, and his head probably needed to be stitched up. And that was just the visible injuries; who knew what was going on inside Merlin.
"We need to get him back to Gaius," Lancelot announced, paying no mind to his freely bleeding side and his clearly dislocated shoulder.
"I agree," Gwaine murmured holding a severely bleeding nose with his right hand, his left arm wrapped around his torso.
Carefully, Percival collected Merlin into his arms and the trio of knights slowly started walking back towards Camelot.
"I just thought of somethings," Gwaine started slowly, moving a branch aside for Percival, "Arthur's gonna have our heads for this."
"We know," Lancelot and Percival replied.
"Just thought you ought to know."