Lancelot Vs. Nia Pt.3

"I used to hear about you all the time, it made me wonder if you and your king would ever attack Ireland especially since your beloved wizard came from the Scottish isles… I guess I'll never know how I would be up against your king… But you're a fine substitute!"

Nia said all this through attacks, slamming the thick branch again and again on Caliburn as he dodged attacks.

The cut on his chest stung, more than he wanted to admit. He hadn't seen it coming though so he let himself off.

It as disappeared for a second before suddenly appearing at his chest. 'So this is the sword that slices through dimensions…'

Nia smiled as he raised his hand, his eyes glowing yellow. "I have a cool sword too, but I've only ever used it once… Be grateful that I'm going all out… You silly little dog."

Nia lunged forward with nothing in his hands and did a slashing movement across Lancelot's chest, standing up straight behind him.

"Hm?" He said surprised as he looked at his hand. 'Where is it?' He thought as blood erupted from Lancelot's chest.

"I can feel it," Lancelot said and readied himself for another attack. Of course he meant that he couldn't feel it, his opposite speech a product of being raised by a necromancer.

"You will, trust me, You will," Nia said as he gritted his teeth and dodged to the right, only to be hit by the hilt of Caliburn, feeling the flow of blood falling from his nose as he kicked Lancelot away.

"Come on! Come here now!" Nia screamed at his hand before punching Lancelot in the face, slicing his hand in a downward motion, cutting into his opponent's chest.

Hardly any blood came out this time as Lancelot was simply a raised body, dead long ago. There was only so much blood he was able to spill from the shell

"I swear… This sword is such a hassle," Nia said as he sighed and dodged Caliburn, only for it to change direction and slice into his chest, making an X with the previous cut.

"Hah… With my sword you'd be nothing!" Nia yelled grabbing Lancelot by the throat and slamming him into the ground.

"Come here you fucking sword!" Nia yelled angry now that his sword wasn't listening to him.

Granted, he had only used it once, but still, it should listen to him no matter what.

*Bam*

Nia gritted his teeth as the flat of Caliburn slapped against his side while he was distracted.

"Do you… Have no honor? Pathetic insects should at least have some type of code, if not… Then you're nothing."

With a flash of light Nia opened his eyes, holding a long sword with ease in one hand.

"Your sword may be good, but mine is just better," Nia said as he held the sword, ready for the next attack.

"Oh that's…" Argen started to say before everything moved in a blur. A small cut appeared on his cheek as he blinked, seeing Nia standing in front of him with his sword blocking Caliburn, which just so happened to have been aiming for Argen.

"Hmm… What do I make of this?" Argen said tapping the cut before it healed, seeing his blood there.

"This is the second time… This is the second time you've aimed at my face, are you an idiot or something? I don't care about you, I'm looking for your master… Both of you leave me alone, before I kill you."

A small chill filled the area as Nia and Lancelot went back into their blurry attacks.

'If I really wanted I could see you both, but I don't care enough anymore…'

"Looking for me? Now why would you be saying shit like that?" A man said in Argen's ear as his surroundings changed.

Argen didn't show any sign of being surprised, looking at the man with simple interest instead.

"No reason, just wondering why a necromancer would be here… Who are you anyway?" Argen asked standing up and dusting himself off as he looked at the tone covered man.

"Haha… Names hold quite a lot of meaning, it's how I got Lancelot… Your name was Argen correct? When you die you'll join my knights… That's a promise," The man said grinning under the hood.

"Ugh, I hate creepy losers like you that think they matter, you're just an obstacle in this place, an unexpected one even, we didn't even mean to stumble upon you… And you think you matter enough to have me as your knight?"

Argen smiled at the thought before taking a step forward. "I'll give it to you straight, you're trash, and you could never handle me, life or death, a loser hiding behind dead bodies is nothing to me…"

Argen took another step.

"Let me make you a promise instead, when I find you anc kill you in Camelot, since that's where you are… I'll use your name and eternally damn you to be a slave in the afterlife, deal?"

Argen grabbed the mans cold hand as he disappeared, a smile still on his face as he heard the final words of warning.

"Be warned, I have never lost a battle…"

Argen stood there with his hand out before sighing. "Did he think that mattered? Geez what's with the people nowadays…"

"Hah…" Nia breathed heavily as his body was covered in cuts. Sweat fell with each movement as Lancelot only seemed more energetic.

"In a stamina battle, a living being wouldn't be able to beat a dead one… But Nia, if you lose then are you truly the king of Ireland? My one and only knight?"

Argen said these words as Scathath eyed the sword with annoyance.

"He won't lose, he's just being dramatic. After all, how can you lose when Fate is in your hands…"

"Sorry sir, I'll stop playing around…" Nia said as he held the sword in his hand, the cuts healing as he sliced once across the chest of Lancelot.

"May I meet your living body one day, then we can have the greatest fight in history…" Nia prayed as Lancelot burst into a million pieces, Caliburn falling to the ground.

"Fragarach, forged for the first high king of Ireland, only those above destiny can use it, Nia is the only one I've seen to even come close to scratching the surface of the swords potential…"

Argen smiled softly as he saw Nia finish praying and turn to them with a smile on his face.

"That was fun!"

'Hm… I haven't felt this in a while… I wonder how you guys are, Megan, Clarisse, Sam…'

"Let's go… I know the way to Camelot now, and be on guard. There's an army of undead waiting for us."

And with those words Argen grabbed Caliburn and gave it to Asfalis, who stored it inside his body.

With this Argen flashed the two and himself on top of a hill overlooking The lands of Camelot.

"Welcome to Camelot…" He said smiling as he saw the city in the distance, as well as the army sitting and waiting for their arrival.

"Be your knight you said… No thanks."