Excalibur!

For ten long years after their foundation, The Knights Of The Roundtable have faithfully defended Camelot and Britan. They have prevailed through Britan's darkest hours. Against many foes. Some natural others very much mystical. From rogue Templars to the beasts of Merlyn's otherworld. And despite all the darkness they've seen they remained strong and loyal to their cause. But now they face a very different threat, one from inside.

The once strong kingdom of Camelot has suffered a crippling blow from the sorceress, and Half-sister of the king, Morgan.

How will our heroes be able to face what was once hidden, stirring beneath their own banner?

Battle of Britan! Southwest London!

" YAAAAAH!" Gawain, strong and proud leads the efforts to retake the southwest quadrant of London from the undead forces of Morgan Le fey. He cut through the bodies of the undead with his burning sword Galatine. " Stand strong men! This battle isn't over yet!

To the far North borders of London.

" Howl Arondight! Do not fail me!" Lancelot, with his mighty blade Arondight cleaved through the hordes in front of him. He was currently facing Morgan's beasts. Dark and demented creatures hidden under veils of black with sharp claws. " Men, we can't fail here! For King Arthur! For the Roundtable! FOR BRITAN!"

" AHHHHHHH!"

Lancelot and his knights all rushed back into battle with the beasts, swords raised and shields in hand.

To the western sea of London!

" Hold the line! Hold the line! Burn Courechouse!" Sir Tristan, son of Ban of Benwick, pushed back the Templar invaders with his piercing red blade. " What is with these men? They won't stay down. I knew I should have let Gawain have this one. " To arms men! We can't let them get past this line!" Tristan leapt back towards the Templars with his blade surging, a piercing Aura. " Bright Flare!" Tristan struck the templars with a red beam of energy that cut through them with ease.

Tristan's blade was a gift from his father. Made and enchanted the same way Caliburn, the previous blade Arthur used before acquiring Excalibur. Caliburn and by proxy Courechouse both granted their users immeasurable strength and both blades bolstered an unbelievable edge

To the eastern borders of London.

" Do not budge! We need to give the others time to retake the capital!" Kay shouted. He fired into the crowd of demons with his sacred bow Far Song, a bow so powerful it fires arrows strong enough to pierce through a knight's armor with ease. The bow itself was the usual length of a bow, but it's weight and the curved barrel from which the arrows were fired makes it nearly impossible for anyone to actually use it. The Bow itself was carved from a dragon tooth, infused with fire from the large behemoth's belly and scales.

It was a perfect weapon for a man with the eyes of a hawk, for the man known as the greatest archer in history.

" Fire!" Sir Kay released another vicious arrow right towards the Demons, tearing through them with ease. " Remember why we fight men. Remember what is at stake!"

All of the other knights were predisposed in other parts of Britan.

Morgan Le fey, the enchantress, was a smart woman indeed. She struck a powerful blow against the Roundtable by attacking Camelot with a magical explosion that forced them to spend weeks recovering. In that time, she launched a massive campaign against the entirety of Britan with the help of her otherworldly forces.

At the center of London, carrying the hopes of the other forces on his back, was the head of the Roundtable Poseidon, posing as Vali, was leading the forces on recapturing London for the people.

" Press Forward! We can't let Galahad's sacrifice be in Vain!" Poseidon exclaimed, he raised his Greatsword into the air and his soldiers charged the enemy.

During his time as a knight, Poseidon had the chance to encounter many magical creatures from the otherworld. During one of these encounters, he slayed a powerful Black Dragon, much larger than most other dragons. From the skin of the dragon came the hilt, a black dragon scaled hilt, the blade itself was a fang from the dragon. The hilt itself was three feet long. And the blade a whopping five. Meaning from tip to hilt the sword was eight feet long. Quite a large sword. The blade was a polished silver and was enchanted by Merlyn's magic. But Magic is something Poseidon was not efficient in.

Poseidon leapt into the field with his men and swung his large sword, splattering the blood and limbs of the demons in front of him all over the field.

" YAAAAAAGH!" Poseidon lifted his large sword up into the air and slammed it down in front of him, cracking the ground below and blowing away the demons in front of him. " TAKE BACK WHAT'S OURS!"

" YEAAAAAAH!"

The soldiers, led by their captain rushed towards the tower of London.

Meanwhile, hiding away in her castle, Morgan was already planning her next move.

" So, what do you think, Mordred? Is this not what I promised you?" Morgan asked.

" It is what you promised and more, Aunty. Truly a magnificent sight. The hordes of demons and undead are beginning to overwhelm the Knights. I just have to ask, where did you find the means to produce such an army?" Mordred asked.

" My dear nephew. Time is nothing but a plaything for a sorceress like me. A friend from a long distance ahead gave me just the idea and the tools necessary for this. Yes, Doom has pulled through on his end significantly. The good doctor has given me a piece something of extraordinary power. A piece of the Britain's corps starlight." Morgan explained.

" But Morgan, this Britain Corps. Are you sure they aren't going to come looking for it?" Mordred asked.

" Oh, they will. Or she will. Good Braddock. The captain and her little team will most certainly come looking for it. But by the time they arrive it will be too little too late." Morgan explained. " Ahhh, I'll tell you nephew, it feels good for all these years of quiet planning and mystical affliction finally paying off. I wonder how my dear Vali is enjoying his present in London." Morgan sneered.

Back to the battle of London.

" Hold the line! Don't fall back! If we lose here, then this was all for nothing!" Poseidon exclaimed. ' Dammit. If this keeps up, I'll have no choice but to start using my powers. I don't want to risk getting the soldiers caught up in the line of fire. But if push comes to shove, we gotta be prepared for any sacrifice.

" ARTELIERY INCOMING!!!!"

Poseidon looked up to see three giant bolts heading straight towards him.

' No choice now!" Poseidon raised his sword and prepared to strike the bolts down, but before he could three bright pink objects rushed past his head.

When they hit the bolts, they exploded.

" What the?!'

" Now, now Mon ami! Why don' you and ya men step aside and let us have a turn." Poseidon turned back to face the voice speaking to him. And when he did, he saw a man dressed in a brown coat, wearing a pink and black top, with fingerless gloves, and burning black and red eyes, with brown hair holding a staff.

A woman with violet hair, wearing armor with Britain's flag on it.

A young girl of Asian descent with a yellow coat, pink glasses, and a pink top with black pants.

A young woman with brown hair with white bangs, wearing a short black coat, with a yellow and black outfit on.

All of these people worse something similar, but one thing that was common was the X shaped symbol they all wore on their clothing.

They were an odd bunch. But for Poseidon, any amount of help was grateful.

Poseidon didn't dwell on them for too long, he continued looking on until he came to see the last member of their group and when he did his eyes shot open. He had seen visages of this man through his travels. It was hard not to see the similarities. In ancient tombs in Egypt, Greece, and even Asia. There were images left behind detailing this man and stories telling of his deeds and powers.

Yes, this was a man of legend he had long since heard of. A man calling himself a mutant.

" Apocalypse."