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.

over his shock, he immediately felt a

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

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Gawain suddenly felt a sharp

body trembled, blood leaking from his lips as he tried to speak. But, the spear that

to be shocked to find his brother in arms, Sir

he saw in Ector's eyes was a dullness as though he didn't care about taking the life of his friend

the plop of his figure onto the wet ground somehow

eyes squinting in confusion. He looked from his bloodied spear to the body on the ground. When he

"ALIARD!"

popped, causing streaking tears of blood to coat his cheeks. However, they were quickly washed away by the heavily falling rain as though

old man Leonel knew well. If it wasn't for Aliard, Leonel wouldn't have

PCHU!

of blood flew of Ector's neck, his head snapping backward as small bits of remaining flesh tried to keep it attached to

to see who did it. However, there had only been one

that he would be betrayed by not one, but two people

rage that

was it to watch six of your brothers killed one after another? Not only killed, but to even be betrayed by two you once thought you could trust with your

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