Guts. Not much is known about this man. Mages have investigated into this character, only to discover old transcripts that mention king Arthur. Many have tried to summon him. All have failed.
4 years have passed since that day. Now, Arthur's mere rebellion has drawn the attention of every noble in Britain. Now it is a fight to rule Britain as the charismatic King to be Arthur, struggles against Vortigern's rule. -----------------------------
The battle field was bloody. Men on horses battled and raced across the field. Dirt was constantly kicked into the air, tearing up the grass and making a dust like fog. Any man who entered the ball of dust would have been killed immediately, by the enemy or by their own men. On a hill overlooking the field, Arthur stood dressed in his armor and observed the battle. Behind him was Sir Kay and Sir Lancelot, a new knight who has sworn service to Arthur.
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"Hmmm." Arthur hummed to himself as he observed the battle below. His forces and this Fortress's forces were locked in a stale mate. He could use Caliburn, but refused to risk killing his men.
"Should I charge in my king and turn the tide?" Lancelot spoke up. He couldn't stand not being in the battle. "I know the fortress's commander is down there. If I find him I can end him and break the enemies morale."
"No." Arthur spoke. Although to Lancelot it nearly sounded like a growl, one of the many reasons the people call Arthur a dragon. "I know how much you wish to engage in battle, I feel the same pull as well. But I prefer to keep you alive." Lancelot tensed up before nodding. Arthur turned back to the battle and held his helmets chin.
'Where are you?' . . . . . . .
"HAA!" The saxon commander shouted as he embedded his axe into one of the rebel's skull before kicking him off as he sat upon his horse. "Rebel scum! They dare to attack are fort and expect a quick victory?! Come on men, let us slaughter these fools!"
"HORAH!" His men shouted as they charged beside him, spears in hand. The commander and his unit of mounted horses were unstoppable. As they charged forward, the commander looked to the side and furrowed his eyebrows upon spotting the false king standing on the hill, no horse to escape on.
"CUT THE HEAD OFF THE SNAKE AND THE BODY WILL SHAKE! COME ON MEN, LET'S END THIS FOOLISH KING!" The commander rallied his men as he turned and lead the charge. Any rebel in the way was pierced by spears or were trampled to death by the horses. The commander grinned behind his helmet. He would kill this Arthur and gain favor from Lord Vortigern, becoming a hero to his fellow Saxons.
"LONE RIDER UP AHEAD!"
'What?' The commander returned his focus to the flat battlefield and saw one man riding towards them on a horse. His armor differed from the rebels as well as his sword. A red/brown cape flapping in the wind. Instead of a shield he only wielded that sword. "NO MATTER! KILL ALL WHO OPPOSE US!"
"HAAAA!!!!" The men charged towards the lone rebel who did not falter. As they closed in, The rebel raised and brought down his sword as the commander raised his axe to block the blade.... Only for his axe to shatter and allowed the sword to cut deep into the commanders shoulder and cleaving off the armored arm.
