It had been several days' walk getting here, with precious little chance to get anywhere near where anyone held horses. And Arthur hadn't had too much coin on him regardless - the villagers might have lended him a horse based by his identity alone if he'd gotten close enough, but he had mixed feelings about taking from the poorer towns along the
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It wasn't like blows to the head were new for him.
A crawling mist curled over the stones, and brought with them another player on the battlefield. A man, lanky, with long dark hair and a fabulous feather boa a long dark robe.
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Merlin ran out into the courtyard, only stopping when he came to Arthur's still form. Crouching down, he quickly made sure the man was still breathing before sighing in relief. "Idiot."
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Beneath Merlin's fingers, Arthur stirred slightly. Not gaining consciousness, exactly; but still very much alive.
Sigan approached with calm steps, his fingers drawn together.
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Sigan cast the blond a withering look.
"Nothing. Yet."
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"I won't let you harm this city."
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"And you would stop me?" Sigan asked, and scoffed. "This city treats us like criminals. You would defend it, even though it would have your head?"
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Hopefully.
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Merlin was like a charged-up battery of power; of course Sigan wanted in on that.
"You have all that power trapped inside of you-- you could already make it so. You only need to learn how to tap into it."
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Waaay to sound confident there, Merlin.
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"And all if I just join you, right?"
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