Arthur moved cautiously between the horses, undoing their reigns as he went. He then positioned himself and slap one of them on the side. The horses immediately became unsettled Arthur darted off in Lancelot's direction.
The Saxons heard the neighing of the horses and sprang to their feet. The horses ran wildly in every direction, some almost trampling the camp fire. Gaelom was infuriated he ordered his men to recapture the horses, the men ran behind the horses as if it were a circus act. Their attempts to capture them was however was futile.
"This most be the work of the mountain demons" one Saxon said
"One more comment like that and you shall part with your head." Gaelom threatened
More infuriated, annoyed and now suspicious Gaelom looked around. He frowned and squinted his eyes, the scar that went vertically down his right eye met. He grunted then turned to his men.
"Where is Smerick?" He asked
None of the others could answer, they nervously looked at each other.
"Somethings not right ...." He added still surveying the camp site.
"Luau is missing as well....." One Saxon observed "....the mountain demons" he added regretfully said
"Come here" Gaelom commanded the frown not removed from his face but was now even more twisted.
The Saxon warrior paced closer to his leader.
"Your sword." Gaelom said he looked intently at the Saxon
"Master I'm sorry I ...." The Saxon begged
"Your sword!!!" Gaelom barked
It was then he looked over the Saxon's shoulder to see the prisons being unchained.
"Seize them!!!!" He shouted pointing to the prisoners and withdrawing his sword.
Arthur and Lancelot had used the opportunity to release the prisoners. They had successful freed three men. Lancelot heard the Saxon leader send out the cry to attack.
He turned to see over a dozen savages running towards them sword in hand and blood on their grin. Their advance sounded like a stampede and soon he and his comrades will be trampled upon. He hastened to undo the chains of the fourth soldier but was unsuccessful. He looked over at Arthur, he already had his sword drawn. Standing tall and assured he looked his friend in the eyes and in that moment Lancelot saw passion and fearlessness that became immediately contagious.
The three freed men picked up what ever they could find to defend themselves. The five men looked at each other and in those few seconds they were filled with such anger and hatred that unified them and they charged towards the Saxon Arthur at the helm.
Gaelom's grin widened, there is no way these five men could defeat them, he planned to show no mercy.
Before the two parties intercept Gaelom noticed two men from his left and right flank went down. He slowed as he realized two more men fell. He looked behind, archers, he thought.
"Durbin, Hansen, Shui and you two find the archers.. now!"
At this he hastened the charge towards the Camelodians, who now were more confident in there advance.
Before shui could find cover an arrow met in the chest.
Arthur lifted his sword he had his eyes on Gaelom.
"Haaaaaaaa..!!!! The two parties intercept.
Clank....Clank...Clank...swords went busy throughout the battle. Men and savage fought one for freedom and the other for duty.
One Camelodian grabbed one wounded Saxon's sword and did away with the savage.
The battle was fierce Gwaine could barely see. He decided to relocate and quickly. During his flight he looked below another Saxon fell by an arrow. He had help and by someone with more experience, he breathed a sigh of relieve. He continued to the new vantage point.
"Ahhh!!"
Someone knocked him from behind, he fell hitting his head and his bow fell.
The Saxon attempted to plough his sword into his loins. Gwaine rolled and using his foot he kicked the back of the Saxon's feet. This made him stagger but he stood his ground.
The Saxon quickly regained stability and wielded his sword to strike the head of his foe again Gwaine dodged but not without hurt. The Saxon's blade ripped his shirt tearing a piece of his shoulder.
"Oowww!!" Gwaine bellowed in anguish. His head throbbed from his head injury and his shoulder pulsated as the life force ran from it.
The Saxon raised his sword for one final jab, Gwaine looked at him as the fading moon caught his face there was no sign of fear, no sign of holding back, no sign of mercy. He thought about his friends; he had let them down and of his father, yet unsure if he still lived.
....Swoosh.....
An arrow striked the the Saxon's right hand tearing right though it. Gwaine gasp, this could only be a miracle. With the poor visual and being out of range there was no way the the next bow man could have succeeded in that shot.
Gwaine counted his blessings and kicked the Saxon in his groin. The Saxon cried out in pain. Gwaine arched both legs and stumped at the wounded man's side, he went tumbling down the slopes hitting his head on one of the large rocks.
Gwaine noticed another Saxon ran towards him. He quickly retrieved his bow.
"This one is mine" He thought
He set his arrow, aimed and released, the Saxon was less than two metres to him. He looked at the battle below; the Camelodians fought vehemently, so did the Saxons who was still greater in number. He wiped the blood from the side of his head and with the aid of his mouth tied a piece of his around the arm of his wounded shoulder. He picked up his bow and continued to the vantage point.
