Dusts of Avalon - Beastwithin.org

He regarded the bla-painted offenders and assessed their strength, dodgingtheir aas and deflecting them with his shield, their strange projectiles and theirstrange netherworldly fire deflected harmlessly — Merlin's promises about thearmour were accurate as well, most curiously. If he kept his speed, he'd vanquishthem all in no time. He reaed the strange soldiers, cleaving them in half withhis blade.And he was not invincible. He was dead. He had born again to strange formof unlife through the forces he did not approve of. e world was strange, theenemies different from the ones he had faced millennia ago.He knew things were different. He had to press forward, while he still tried tomake sense of things that happened in the balefield, things that happened withinhis mind. He wasn't sure what to think of things, but for now, the duty he hadsworn to do seemed abundantly clear. ese bla beasts of the skies Merlin hadspoken of were threatening the lands of his long-dead ancestors.Lancelot was alive, and he had a duty to do.Merlin had spoken of a great fortress-ship the enemy had sailed in from thedark skies and depths of the night, and now huddled in, ready to advance. eship was not like any ship Lancelot had seen, nor was it like any fortress Lancelothad seen. But neither were the enemies like anything he had faced before, norwere the allies… nor was he. But he had to trust the necromancer on this maer…and above all, he had to trust his own eyes, what he could see right in front ofhim in the field of bale. Strictly speaking, he didn't know how he could even seewith this strange new body of his, with its strange armour.Clumsy bla beasts poured out of the fortress-ship. Lancelot was aware ofthe work of the defenders now; some of the beasts simply fell dead without anyclear cause, but clearly hit with something; Lancelot guessed the defenders wereafraid to face the enemy head-on and had to rely on arers, and these newfangledarers could apparently just send a single arrow that reaed its target precisely,with devastating results. e enemy crowd was thinning slowly, and Lancelotthinned it further with his arge, slicing the confused enemy and advancingtoward the fortress-ship's gate.e line of the enemies had a hole in it. e fortress was surrounded by astrange ethereal glow — no doubt vile magis were at play — and Lancelot ranthrough the small opening that the enemies had advanced through. He suddenlyrealised he had passed through the shield that the Gaulish defenders' aas weredeflected upon, and was in the unique position to lower the drawbridge and letthe bigger assault commence.Lancelot slashed through confused bla beasts, forever dimming the red lightin their vile, inhuman eyes. e bestial infantry inside the evil fortress weresmaller than the ones that had been sent to outside, seemingly less capable ofdefence than the ones that had blasted his shield with rays of heat. He scanned