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.

got over his shock, he

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to respond, Gawain suddenly felt a sharp pain to

to speak. But, the spear that had gone through his chest didn't seem

back, only to be shocked to find his brother

It all flashed through Gawain's eyes in those last moments. But, all he saw in Ector's eyes was a dullness as though he didn't care about taking the life of his friend of so

lifeless, the plop of his figure onto the wet ground somehow resounding

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

"ALIARD!"

tears of blood to coat his cheeks.

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flew of Ector's neck, his head snapping backward as small bits

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 not one,

reached such a state of rage that his visage had returned to an eerie calm. It was a kind of calm that even

watch six of your brothers killed one after another? Not only killed, but to even

13 just to add Peirce. Magus Aliard was a