A/N: Hey everybody!

The battle continues on between Lancelot and Perseus in the third round of Ragnarok. With the sudden technique of Lancelot's Warrior's Soul, all of humanity have regained back the spirit that they had. Perhaps humanity did have a chance after all.

As for the two combatants, despite each other's special technique, nothing could really last long enough to give one the upper hand.

Lancelot unequips his shield, before throwing it like a frisbee, while Perseus raises his hands up to block it. This was all a diversion for Lancelot to rush, and try to thrust his sword at Perseus' exposed body.

Lancelot lands a stab on Perseus, but doesn't penetrate enough to inflict fatal wounds, before Perseus counters the damage, sending Lancelot back once more.

"Your arms are sturdier than I expected." Lancelot observes. "And here I thought the last attack would have been enough to injure something."

"One of the benefits of one of your parents a god I suppose." Perseus says.

Athena then perks up, realizing what the demigod was about to do.

Perseus then reaches into kibisis, before pulling out a large, curved, golden-edges object with a shiny, reflective surface. "Welp, guess it's time for me to use this then. My apologies though. I had to bestow much of its power back to Athena, but it's still got enough juice left."

Aegis 1.0

"By the power of Athena, let light shine through!" Perseus chants, as he slams the shield down, before a gleaming beam of light shoots out.

Monster's Spirit: Piercing Gaze

"COVER YOUR EYES!" Someone shouts

Lancelot quickly raises his shield as the light strikes him, before surrounding the shield, to spread out more. As the light dissipates, Lancelot finds that his movements were stiff.

"Gah… what happened?"

"It is as I feared…" Randgriz started.

"What is it?"

"Perseus was tasked with killing Medusa, Athena granted enough of her power to Perseus in order for him to kill Cetus. This power is enough to not just stiffen joints, but also brittle anything sturdy."

As Goll panics, the gods mock the knight at his predicament.

"Grahahaha! Just give it up human!"

"That's what you get for underestimating Perseus!"

Back in the arena, Lancelot struggles. "No… Not yet…"

Perseus then rushes, before using Harpe, to strike the knight once more, shattering parts of his armor, exposing his tunic, sending him back once more.

"FATHER!" Galahad screams in a panic.

As Lancelot struggles, Arthur sees the desperation in his friend's eyes. This desperation has been growing ever since the round started.

"Lancelot, my friend. Do you still blame yourself for what happened?"

Lancelot.

A refined knight from a tragic past. His mother, Elaine dies in childbirth, while his father, King Ban of Benwick is killed by King Claudas when he was a young boy. Following this, Lancelot was transported to Avalon, in order to be raised by Vivien, otherwise known as the Lady of the Lake in her own realm, training him in the art of swordplay and the ways of the battlefield, Mastering it withing three years. Lancelot later leaves the realm, now an adult, impressing its current King, Arthur, rewarding him a position as one of the Knights of the Round Table.

It would seem that Lancelot's life had finally turned out… that is until that fateful day.

Great Britain, 5th Century

In the castle courtyard, Lancelot just stood there, armor withdrawn. The courtyard was massive, columns and entrances about, massive hedges served as fences to this place, as the moon's light bathed the area so calmly.

"I suppose… I suppose I should just let her go already…" Lancelot rehearses, before he rubs his head in annoyance. "Ugh… Why is this so difficult?"

As Lancelot struggles once more, the voice of a woman so sweet interrupts him.

"Lancelot? Are you there?"

Lancelot turns his attention, seeing maiden so beautiful, as her long, light red hair flows down to her waist, her lacy, white nightgown shining like a glimmer on a lake, her brown eyes complimenting each of her features.

Queen of Camelot, Arthur's Wife, and Lancelot's Adulterer

Queen Guinivere (Camelot)

"Gwen…" Lancelot starts. Even in the moonlight, her beauty could not be ignored. The queen approaches slowly, as the leaves and flowers dance to the slight wind.

"Ah! There you are my love." Guinevere approaches closer, as she gently touches the knight's chest, before moving on to his cheek. Every touch felt soothing.

As Guinevere starts to go for a kiss, Lancelot moves away, before gently pushing her hand away.

"No, my queen. We mustn't."

"L-Lancelot. Why are you hesitating? Is there anything wrong?" Guinevere asks, confused at the knight's action.

"It's just that… we. We cannot do this anymore."

Guinevere takes a step back at the declaration, as her mouth quivers. "I. I don't understand."

Lancelot turns his back to her, before explaining. "Guinivere, there is no doubt that you are a beautiful, intelligent, and dutiful queen, but you are still Arthur's beloved wife, and my loyalty lies with him and Camelot."

Lancelot pauses, before he turns to Guinivere, who starts to tear up. He knew that she was not going to take it well.

"I know this hurts, but I want you to understand why I said all of this. You know that right?"

"But… I love you…" She whispers to him.

"I know. And I to you as well." Lancelot starts, wiping away the queen's tears. "But I cannot continue on anymore. Please. Please understand."

As much as the pain hurt, Guinivere realizes that Lancelot was telling nothing but the truth. Her duties lies to Arthur, even if her heart was to someone else.

"I… understand." Guinivere says, nodding in agreement. Seeing this, Lancelot felt relief, as if an enormous weight was lifted off of his shoulders.

Guinivere leaves to return to her chambers. When she disappears into the castle, Lancelot starts soon after, back to his own chambers.

All seemed well, that is, until a figure approached from the shadows. This man has blue eyes, no armor, revealing his maroon tunic, buzzcut hair, and a dark brown cape. The figure smirked slightly.

Knight of the Round Table, and Treacherous Knight

Sir Agravain

"My, my. Such a revelation between the Queen and Champion of Camelot. This will be your end Lancelot" Agravain speaks, in a voice so hoarse.

Unlike other knights, Agravain was a cruel one. Though the knights did their duties out of service, he did his for money and his own personal benefit, demanding payment from clients, and harassing women at every opportunity, regardless of the subtlety of it.

Another man approaches Agravain, this one had dark armor with red accents and spikes. His hair was neck-length, and unkempt and wavy. A helmet fashioned to look like a skull held on his left hand.

Knight of the Round Table, and King Arthur's Son

Mordred

Mordred was slowly clapping his hands. "Well, Agravain, your intuition was correct. It seems that one of our own has caught the attention of our dear queen."

"Now that I was proven right, I suppose we can discuss the manner of my payment? Perhaps even a handmaiden or two, considering your position."

"Actually," Mordred's mouth shifted into a more sinister smile. "Now that I have what I need, your services are no longer needed."

Before Agravain could react, a sharp object stabs him, penetrating his heart.

Agravain slowly weakens, as he looks on to Mordred with the look of betrayal. "B-but why?"

Mordred hums slightly, as he wipes his blade with Agravain's tunic. "Consider your death a necessary sacrifice. The last thing I need is another thorn in my plans to ascend the throne."

The Next Day

"Who did this?! Who killed one of our own?" Arthur's voice echoes throughout the halls. Before him was the recovered body of Agravain. Queen Guinivere meanwhile, had other duties to attend to.

All knights stood assembled, no one speaking, for they had no clue for what had caused their comrade's untimely demise.

Mordred suddenly stepped forward, feigning sorrow, head down in order to conceal his smirk.

"Mordred," Arthur begins. "Do you have anything to say?"

Mordred collapses into a kneel, before bowing down. "My king, I was with sir Agravain the night of his murder. We were patrolling the night when we heard commotion in the courtyard, and hid in the shadows."

Lancelot's eyes widen at the confession, fearing what was to follow.

"In the courtyard was the queen! She was in distraught. Someone had tried to take advantage of her!"

All the knights gasp. Who could do such a thing to the Queen, they wondered.

Arthur was enraged with the statement. "Who? Who did this? Tell me now!"

In one breath, Mordred yelled out "SIR LANCELOT DU LAC!"

Before anyone could speak, Lancelot speaks up to interrupt the bogus confession. "My king, he lies! I would never do such a thing to the queen!"

"Even in the presence of our king you lie!" Mordred glares, pointing a finger at him. "Because of you, Agravain is dead!"

"Ridiculous!" Lancelot shouts back. "Consult the queen! She will clear my name!"

Arhtur has head enough. The tension became thicker, as he walked closer to his once closest friend, his hand slowly pulling Excalibur from its sheath

"My king," Lancelot pleas, trying to reason with him. "While it is true that I was with Guinivere that night, that is not what happened. Please. Drop the sword, and we can discuss this."

Arthur's expression is still firm, before he speaks. "I trusted you, and yet you betrayed not just me and Guinivere, but the knights and the kingdom as well. How do you expect me to ever trust you ever again?"

Arthur sheaths Excalibur once again.

"Lancelot du Lac. I hereby sentence you to… EXILE!"

As his former comrades begin to encircle the knight, Lancelot flees for his life, escaping the castle, before leaving by horseback, as the day continues on.

Little did everyone know; this was just the beginning of Camelot's demise. Lancelot later learned that Mordred was actually the son of King Arthur and the enchantress, Morgan Le Fay. Despite the discovery, he had failed to prevent Arthur's death during the Battle of Camlann.

With such devastation and regret, Lancelot did whatever he could to atone for his sins. Attaining Warrior's Soul, before spending the rest of his life as a monk, while Guinivere, a nun. Their paths never crossed again, before Lancelot died, never able to atone for his sins.

Present Day

Lancelot lets out a battle cry, as his sword strikes the Harpe. The impact releases a small shockwave.

"You are without a doubt, slowly becoming a pain in my ass." Lancelot starts getting annoyed. "Just die already!"

Perseus grunts at Lancelot's words. "I don't know what it is that happened to you, but you need to focus!"

They break out, before each one delivers a punch to each other, creating yet another shockwave.

"I have a duty to fulfill. And a long overdue one at that." Lancelot grunts, struggling to match Perseus' strength. "I don't expect you to understand that at all!"

"Shows what you know!" Perseus counters, before sending another fist at Lancelot to his exposed chest, a groove forms from under their feet, sending the knight back once more to a pillar, as his body falls forward.

Absolute Heaven: Purifying Judgement

"LANCELOT! NO!" Guinivere screams in horror.

Perseus rolls his shoulders; the sound of cracking is heard. "Believe me buddy, I know what it's like to atone for your sins." Perseus then plops down on the ground, sitting where he stood.

"What a turn of events folks!" Heimdall comments. "Perseus knocks out Lancelot, but instead of moving on, Perseus is just sitting there!"

"What the hell Perseus?!" Yells a god

"Get off your ass, and finish him!"

"Ah, shut up all of you…" Perseus says to himself, as he continues to stay in place, before turning his attention to Lancelot "You got limitless potential running through your veins. Stop wasting it on trivial things."

Ancient Greece

For many, Perseus is one of the most celebrated of all heroes regardless on whether or not they be man or a god. All was well for Perseus, except for that fateful day.

Several years later, Perseus had lived a happy life, his mother free from the vile king that was Polydectes, with Polydectes' brother Dictys taking over a king of Seriphos, while living a life of peace with his wife Andromeda, and their seven sons and two daughters,

Perseus was still celebrated as a hero, when he was invited to Larissa, introducing the game quoit to them, and making a grand display to all present. Everyone was at awe with the hero's strength when he swung the quoit, everyone cheering with excitement.

"What an amazing show of strength!" Started the host. "Folks, this is the true mark of one of Greece's greatest!"

Perseus simply waved to the cheering audience.

"And now is the time for the annual Discus Throw Event, and what better way to start it than have Perseus throw the inaugurating discus!" The host announces, as the crowds cheer once more.

"No, no. I really shouldn't." Perseus sheepishly says, bringing his hands up in embarrassment. "I wouldn't want to upstage anyone here."

"No way Perseus!" shouts an athlete

"It would be an absolute honor if you did!"

The crowds cheer on more in encouragement, before Perseus finally relents.

"All right, all right." Perseus sighs, before taking one of the discus. Ready folks? Watch your heads."

With a mighty swing, the discus is thrown. The discus slices through the air like a rocket, before it makes contact not with the mark, but the head of an audience member, turning excitement into shock, then tragedy.

Everyone is horrified at the event, as Perseus rushes of to the victim. Once he reaches the victim, Perseus had no words, for he recognized the victim.

The victim was an elderly-looking man with a green toga, with a fancy red sash lined with gold.

King of the Argus, and Grandfather of Perseus

Acrisius (Ancient Greece)

"G-g-grandfather?" Perseus tries to speak, but it was too late, the discus killed the visiting king almost instantly.

As everyone looks on in shock, Perseus flees the scene in fear, never realizing the prophecy that the oracle put up, and orchestrated, in order to fulfill said prophecy.

Present Day

As Perseus continues sitting there, the body of Lancelot begins to move.

"You're right. I don't know."

Lancelot then gets on his knees.

"And quite frankly, I don't care enough to find out…"

Lancelot's sword then transforms into a sleeker, longer sword with a golden handle, shining like newly polished silver, its sides decorated with prongs.

Secace

Lancelot then uses Secace to prop himself up.

"But whatever it is, I speak for myself when I intend to accomplish it not just for me, not just for my once begotten kingdom, but also for humanity!"

Perseus simply smirks, before he too gets back up, his left hand clenched, while his right hand grabs his Harpe, as a fiery aura radiates from him.

"Stubborn bastard, aren't ya. Guess you and I really aren't that different after all."

A/N: And we're clear!

Yep! That's where Perseus' story was going to be added. Really, it's not clear what happened next, because nothing really happens from what I researched. I mean, Acrisius is killed, and then everyone just moves on from it, so I just did what I thought felt right.

Next time, Round 3 concludes, and we get a taste of Round 4.

Until next time, BYE!