Lancelot flew out of the Labyrinths opening. With fire in his eyes Lancelot rode up to the first three guards, his sword raised high above his head and ready for fight. His Queens voice echoed in his head, and it fueled the fire within him. He killed the first two with blows to the head. “I am coming my Queen.” He whispered to himself. Lancelot was oblivious to his men about him. To Lancelot it was him against all. He slung his blade furiously about him, from one side to the other slaying man after man.

The onslaught would not stop. No matter how many men fell, men came to replace them. Lancelot reared up his horse, knocking back an attacker. His sword did not rest once. From one side to the other, front and rear, he swung. Fending off blows with his shield left no hand to grip his horse. Lancelot fell to the ground continuing to fight on his back. Unable to make it to his feet, Lancelot sliced at the mens legs around him. The screams of the men were almost deafening, but the only thing heard by Lancelot were his Queens cries of help.

Lancelot lay on his back, kicking and swinging his sword. Barely able to parry, Lancelot looked up to a large man standing above him. Lancelots mind flashed to a memory of his Queen standing on her balcony looking down at him. A warm feeling swept over his body. He reached out his hand as if to touch her, yet she was to far away. Lancelot was quickly jerked out of his daze by Sir Bors lifting him to his feet. Lancelot looked down to see the large man slay at his feet. By Bors no doubt, he thought to himself.

He turned to thank his fellow Knight, only to be greeted with the butt of a sword to the head. Lancelot responded with a back handed hit from his shield, and a thrust to the gut. Lancelot stared at the man as he opened his mouth to scream in agony. He stared intently as no sound came, he heard no sounds at all. As he swung his sword again and again, he realized everything seemed to be moving slow, even himself. Lancelot felt as if he was at a King’s ball. He gracefully moved from one side to the other, his sword his partner. Men fell all around Lancelot, yet more and more came.

Then Lancelots eyes met with the man his sword had just penetrated. Lancelot stopped, time came back to speed and the sounds of chaos rang in his ears. He could hear his closed friend yelling from behind. Lancelot stood there shaking, sword still in the man. He tried with all his might to speak, to beg forgiveness. All that came from his mouth was a soft whispered, “Gareth.”
In an instant Gawain was at his brothers side. Lancelot withdrew his sword and Gareth fell into his brothers arms. He swung to fend off an attacker behind Sir Gawain. With his brother in one arm sword in the other Gawain, fought for both their lives.

Lancelot could feel a burning in the back of his head. He turned to his fellow Knight only to see him mouth the words, ‘You will pay. My brothers death shall not go unpunished.’ The clash of swords filled Lancelots ears. When would they stop he thought. His mind ran back to Gareth. ‘Why, why are we here? What are we on this quest for?’ His eyes then grew wide. “My Queen!” He yelled. “I am coming!” Again wildly swinging his sword, he tries to make his way to the castle.