Dimensional Descent

Peirce stood from the mud soaked grounds and took a step forward, brandishing his two long swords.

"Stand down!"

Gawain looked toward Peirce with reddened eyes. They had just lost three Knights of the Round Table. As things stood now, there was only Gawain and Ector remaining. It could be said that this was the greatest blow Camelot had taken since its establishment.

Gawain's number one priority was protecting the lives of those that remained. He couldn't allow a moment of hot headedness or greed to ruin the foundation of Camelot.

The gaze he looked toward Peirce seemed only a step away from madness. He had too many clashing emotions in his mind.

On the one hand, he didn't agree with the way Arthur was doing things. But, on the other, he didn't want to see his King lose like this nor did he want his fellow brothers to sacrifice themselves one after another.

In the height of his emotions, Gawain believed that Peirce was trying to step in to defend Arthur's honor. Everything he knew about Peirce to this point defined him as a man of honor and nobility. Acting to defend Arthur at this point was exactly what the persona of the past would have done.

However, Gawain would have never expected for a simple command of his to cause Peirce's sword to find its way to his neck.

Gawain might have been in an emotional state, but he was still one of the 12 strongest knights beneath King Arthur. He reacted with an inhuman quickness, arching his back toward the ground and barely dodging the long, slightly curved sword.

Still, he felt a cold wind across his throat. When he brought his fingers up, he found that a thin line of blood had already been drawn across his adam's apple. Death had been just that close.

Gawain got over his shock, he immediately

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roar seemed to be trying to rival the rumbling clouds above,

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chance to respond, Gawain suddenly felt

lips as he tried to speak. But,

struggled to turn his head back, only to be shocked

flashed through Gawain's eyes in those last moments. But, all he saw in Ector's eyes was a dullness as though

his figure onto the wet ground somehow

blinked, his eyes squinting in confusion. He looked from his bloodied spear to the body

"ALIARD!"

of his eyes popped, causing streaking tears of blood to coat his

turned his gaze toward an unassuming Magus, a seemingly amiable old man Leonel knew well. If it wasn't for Aliard, Leonel wouldn't have lost control of his emotions during his first meeting with Lamorak and maybe

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neck, his head snapping backward as small bits of remaining flesh

his death, he didn't get to see who did it. However, there had only been one person in that direction. It could only have

could have never believed that he would be betrayed by

rage that his visage had returned to an eerie calm. It was a

Not only killed, but to even

of expanding the Knights of the Round Table to 13 just to add Peirce. Magus Aliard was a pillar of Camelot, one of the 7 more powerful mages of their