Kink Me! #24

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A Hard Day's Knight Chapter 3b/7

[anonymous]

When the arrows rained down on them from the trees, it was hardly unexpected. What was not expected, perhaps, was the number of swordsmen who rushed from the underbrush, dozens upon dozens swarming the knights and trying to pull them from their horses. Leon shouted directions and the knights responded, those unhorsed grouping into small clusters back-to-back, raising their shields thrusting with swords and pikes from the safe protection of the shield-wall, while the mounted men circled them, taking the bandits from behind.

Dispatching an opponent, Leon surveyed the melee and realized with a start that Arthur had broken free and was working his way across the clearing, fighting like a mad thing against no less than a half-dozen attackers. Pulling the knight next to him over to close the circle, he broke ranks and hurtled towards his prince. His timing was impeccable, thank the gods, and he raised his shield to fend off a directed hail of arrows, at the same time engaging the sword that was slicing towards Arthur's unprotected side. Arthur shot him a grateful look, then determinedly pressed a few more feet towards the trees. Leon could see now that Merlin's horse had bolted at the first sign of attack, unseating him into the underbrush. The servant had pulled himself to his feet and somehow managed to draw his sword and fend off several of the bandits who now lay unconscious at his feet. Leon raised his brows in surprise - perhaps Arthur's ridiculous attempts to train the man were finally sinking in. He nodded to Arthur, and shoulder to shoulder, shields raised, the two men fought their way across the clearing.

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When the bandits first swarmed the horses, Sir Gwaine had voluntarily leapt free of his mount to give himself space to swing his sword freely. He lobbed his helm at an approaching fighter, and slammed his shield into another, losing it moments later to a well-aimed blow to his elbow. He spun in place, his sword clearing a swath through the bandits. They circled him warily, looking for an opening.

A harsh cry from the trees behind him made him spin around. Merlin stood backed against a stand of birches, an unconscious bandit at his feet while several more spread out cautiously to corner him. One clumsy attacker somehow tripped on a fallen branch - or on his own feet - and stumbled against another, while Merlin's sword darted out and took a fourth across the throat. Gwaine beamed in pride, then backhanded his closest opponent with the pommel of his sword and launched himself back towards the standoff, fists and boots flying. He threw himself in front of Merlin, scooping up the fallen branch and grinning merrily at the remaining attackers. He hefted the branch in his hand, giving it a spin. “Care to dance, gentlemen?” he laughed.

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A Hard Day's Knight Chapter 3c/7

[anonymous]

When all was done, a good 30 or more of the outlaws lay on the ground, few of them still moving. The others had fled, but a messenger had been dispatched to the castle, and a regiment of the guards would soon return to deal with the bodies and escapees. Sir Leon hovered at Arthur's side, his heart still pounding from adrenalin no doubt caused by the insane risk his prince had taken. “This was too organized to be a random attack,” Arthur mused.

Leon nodded. “They're too well-armed, sire, and their numbers would indicate a heavy recruitment drive in the area. I'll send men out to question those in the nearby villagers.”

Arthur nodded, and returned his attention to his hapless servant. “And you! Merlin, you IDIOT!!!” He smacked Merlin on the side of the head. “Why didn't you ride away from the fight? I can't trust you for a second, you don't have the brains your mother gave you!” The prince's hands ruffled over Merlin's shoulders, surreptitiously checking him for wounds.

Merlin huffed indignantly. “Well if you hadn't led us straight into an ambush, you daft arse, we'd be well quit of the forest, back having our suppers. Are you blind as well as deaf?” Merlin adjusted Arthur's gorget, his hands patting anxiously over Arthur's chain, checking for breaks in the links.

“You'll stay where I put you, and keep yourself out of trouble!” Arthur's hand came up to pinch Merlin by the neck, forcing him back to where the remaining horses had been herded up by the uninjured patrol.

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Gwaine sighed and shifted at Leon's side. “Hey,” he said. “Thanks for crashing the game, yeah? Always room for a few more players. Not that we needed you - we were on a winning streak for sure.” He gazed after Merlin who was attempting to wrestle Arthur into a headlock.

Leon shot him a half-smile of exasperation tinged with pity. “All part of the job.” Leon chewed on his lip as he watched the prince manhandle Merlin up on the saddle in front of him. “Tavern later? I'll spot the first round.”

Gwaine shot his captain a far-too-perceptive look. “Can't say no to that, mate.”

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