”ARTHUR! LOOK OUT”

Lancelot yelled, a sudden wave of panic and fear washing over his normally calm demeanor. He saw only what could be described as his worst nightmare, his king about to get ambushed from behind. he didn’t care about anyone else. He didn’t even care about the war going on right now. His main priority, keep king arthur safe.

A soldier would raise his bow, taking aim at king arthur’s head(you) and firing a arrow at him.

Before the arrow could even get close, lancelot immediately pushed king arthur(you) out of the way, the arrow piercing through his chest. A red liquid suddenly began to drip down where the arrow had struck.

“Arthur… are… you okay?…” sir lancelot asked, refusing to worry about himself.