Speed Racer Fic - Operation: Camelot chap. 2
Title: Operation: Camelot! Part the second
Rating: PG
Summary: Our epic quest for bishies continues!
Characters: Team Fangirl, Arthur, Merlin
Warnings: Silliness, darstadly schemes and general fandom invasion
A/N: Written mainly by Muunin and beta'd by Alichay, i merely did the teenyest bit of tweeking
The portal opened onto a clearing in the forest, the towers of Camelot in the distance and the heroines of this epic quest stepped out, or tumbled in Ezzy’s case. “Well we’re a little further away than I’d anticipated...” Alichay muttered, after struggling to help the be-gowned fangirl up and brush her down, checking her palm-pilot. “I hope you guys don’t mind a bit of a stroll.”
“Um, Alichay? That’s really not our biggest problem at the moment.” She turned at the edgy tone in Munnin’s voice. Three very, very large wolves were circling them, each roughly the size of a horse. Munnin was down on one knee, stringing her bow, her sword shoved hastily through her belt. Bitt stood at her back, her cloak dropped and her own sword drawn and ready.
The wolves snarled, snapping at the air around them. “I’ve got a nasty feeling they’re attracted to the portal’s energy,” Alichay whispered, easing herself and Ezzy in between the two sword-women “I’ll have to shut it down.”
“And if you do that, are we ever getting back?” Ezzy asked, trying to keep her voice level as Munnin nocked her first arrow, lining up the beast’s eye.
“Oh, we’ll be fine.” Alichay smiled, happier back in techno mode. “We’ll just need to open it manually rather than it opening automatically near the pendants.”
“Whatever you’re doing - do it quick.” Bitt called, widening her stance and preparing for battle.
As Alichay fiddled with her remote the circle of wolves grew tighter, the closest of them snapping at Ezzy. Munnin didn’t hesitate and her shot flew true, burying itself in the beast’s hide. The wolf stumbled but didn’t fall, pushing forward to attack Munnin. She dropped the bow and drew her sword, feeling Bittenfeld’s strength at her back.
“Alichay?” Bitt growled.
“Almost there...almost...done!”
“Run for trees. Get as high as you can. Go!” Bitt pushed the two younger women toward the tree-line as Munnin’s blade struck out, lashing at the nearest wolf’s snout.
“Many things about this are not good,” Munnin muttered, her strike barely raking the wolf’s skin.
“You’re telling me!” Bitt yelled, pushing forward to cut sharply across one of the wolves’ noses.
The wolves backed off a touch, circling as both girls readied themselves for another attack. Bitt closed her eyes and centred herself, the proud blade of her katana balanced perfectly in her hand, braced in a low guard. Munnin was very glad that they’d agreed Bitt should carry her own sword rather than something that would stand out less. Bitt’s skill was considerable and given time she could adapt to most weapons but here in a do or die situation, a familiar blade was the best thing either of them could be carrying.
The first wolf lunged and Munnin struck out, raking its face and twisting to plunge her sword into the creature’s neck. The beast shook itself, knocking Munnin back but she recovered quickly, dropping to roll under the wolf, lashing at its soft belly. The thing howled, bitting at her, a tooth the length of Munnin’s hand catching her sleeve and tearing the fine wool underdress, her blood staining the cloth red.
“Munnin!” Bitt appeared from nowhere, her blade slashing into the creature’s side, distracting it long enough for Munnin to pull herself up. She threw her whole weight behind the sword as she forced it into the wolf’s throat. The beast thrashed, throwing them both down and fell forward.
The wolf Bitt was fighting lay crippled, whimpering in pain as the remaining wolf sniffed at its fallen comrades, howling viciously and eyeing the two fighters.
“Incoming!” Ezzy yelled from her tree, pointing through the trees. Just beyond the trees the red banners of Camelot flickered in the breeze as hooves thundered though the undergrowth. A hunting horn sounded, bright and loud, echoing though the clearing as the knights of Camelot charged at the remaining wolf.
“Bloody hell.” Munnin groaned, failing to one knee and leaning heavily on her sword. “Talk about timing.”
Bitt sagged next to her. “That’s why he’s the hero,” she muttered as Arthur rode into to the clearing, his blond hair tousled by the wind.
“Let’s let him handle the last one shall we?” Munnin pulled herself up as Ezzy and Alichay ran towards them.