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 felt a

What do you

the rumbling

PPCCHUU!

a chance to respond, Gawain suddenly felt a sharp pain

he tried to speak. But, the spear that had gone

to be shocked to find his brother

in Ector's eyes was a dullness as though

and lifeless, the plop of his figure onto the wet ground somehow resounding more than his final

his daze. He blinked, his eyes squinting in confusion. He looked from

"ALIARD!"

beast. He was so furious that the blood vessels of his eyes popped, causing streaking tears of blood to coat his cheeks. However, they were quickly washed away by the

wouldn't have lost control of his emotions during his first meeting with Lamorak and maybe their relationship wouldn't

PCHU!

snapping backward as small bits

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

never believed that he would be betrayed by not one, but

King Arthur. The latter had reached such a state of rage that his visage had returned to an eerie

your brothers killed one after another? Not only killed, but to even be betrayed

the Knights of the Round Table to 13 just to add Peirce. Magus Aliard was a pillar of