Throwing Axes(Arthur, Knights in Camelot Welcome)

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JUST ANOTHER EASY TARGET
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Running though the streets of Camelot Merlin nearly knocked into every person he came across. He was rushing as he had to help Arthur during his training. It wasn't a particular favourite duty of Merlin's but it was better cleaning out the stables all day. That job wasn't very pleasant at all for anybody to do but somehow he always ended up doing it which wasn't too pleasing. To shear smell was just enough to make a man sick never mind clean it out as it was an utterly foul stench that made him wonder what they feed the horse in Camelot. But whatever it was he sure didn't want feeding on it even if it was any better quality then what he ate, if it could do that the a horse he couldn't imagine what it would do to him.

Rushing though the thickening crouds Merlin stumbled a few times but he managed to catch himself before he his face was buried in the dirt of the street. As he ran Merlin began to ponder upon what Arthur would have him doing today. I wonder what task Arthur will have me do in today's training lesson? Use me as a moving dart board or maybe he'll show me up infront of the other knights... again. As he thought his Merlin wasn't paying attention to where he was going and he crashed right into the edge of a stall. "Sorry... sorry." Merlin said apologetically before he continued down the street picking up the pace again although he still wasn't running overly fast compared to the speed that others could run.

He was nearing the castle gates and glancing to one side he saw a very familiar site to him. The stocks. They was currently empty as most of the time the one in them was Merlin himself. But it wasn't always his fault he ended up in the stocks, sometimes they had been a result of lying for Arthur. He doesn't regret lying for him just wished that he was good enough at it so it wouldn't landed him in the stocks every time he tired to cover for Arthur. The astonishing thing was people never seemed to tired of pelting him with fruit and vegetables and the wasn't always rotten. So half the time he would go home to his quarters covered in a mass of bruises left from the ripe fruit as well as the horrible stinking splatter from the rotten fruit.

So passing the stocks he ran though th castle gates as he came ever nearer to his destination. As he rushed though the courts h heard a shout from Gaius the court physician asking him to deliver a medicine for him. "Sorry Gaius got a train session with Arthur... I'll have t do it after." Merlin shouted over his shoulder sounding very out of breath from all the running he had done. But soon he came to the arena and he skidded to a halt next to Arthur would was already there. Bending over and putting his hands on his knee's Merlin breathing was heavy. When he finally caught enough of his breath to talk he said"I not late am I?
He quesed in between his gasp for breath. Not matter who much Merlin tried he never seemed to be on time for anything.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Today was yet another day of practice. He did this as often as he could, when there were not other more important tasks required of him. Arthur had held a sword since the moment he could walk . . . he could remember no life before then, and it was long days of perfecting this skill that made him a skilled fighter. But it was not just him to needed to be able to handle a sword. It was all the knights of Camelot, who were always diminishing in number whenever there was an impending threat in the city and their lives were sacrificed for the sake of their kingdom. Pulling himself out of these thoughts, Arthur knew it was time to focus on his training . . . but there was some small problem . . . the absence of his servant.

Arthur looked at the sun, knowing what time it was and distinctly remembering telling Merlin to not be late. Even if Merlin wasn't late, Arthur would still give him a hard time for it. Arthur looked at his armor sitting on the side, and made a face. He took a few steps towards it and began, by picking up the robe of chain mail. Yes, that went first. He placed it over him, and adjusted it accordingly. Next . . . Arthur scanned through the different assorted pieces of armor. He began to put the voiders on each arm, and he did so very slowly so that he would draw out the amount of time it took Merlin to get here. Once that was done, Arthur paused once more before picking up the hauberk, and placed it over his chest. Idiot. Moron. Buffoon. Arthur should not be dressing himself right now! That was precisely what servants were for! He was going to make todays training incredibly tiring for a certain someone.

He proceeded to put on his gloves. And then fix his boots. Once he was dressed to his satisfactory level, he picked up his sword and moved it around a bit, loosening his wrists. He swung the weapon a few times, hearing the way it cut through the air. He kept doing so, even when he heard Merlin approach and ask him if he was late. Was he late? Arthur ignored him at first . . . but could not do so for very long. He turned to look at his servant, completely ignoring the fact that Merlin was utterly out of breath. "Are you late?" He asked, building up the lecture he was about to give his inferior. "You really are an idiot Merlin. If you weren't late, would I be fully dressed in my armor, ready to commence training?!" He raised his voice a little, which was his usual tone when addressing Merlin as a figure of authority.

[[Around what time is this thread taking place? Like in terms of the series, so that we can get an idea of what their friendship is like at this point]]

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With his hands placed on his knee's Merlin breathed in and out quite heavily and quite rapidly. He really wasn't the running type at all. He could barley keep up with the chores that Arthur and Gaius laid upon him so running was definitely out. Merlin just felt like he was going to pass out any time soon, showing that he wasn't exactly the fits of the fit. Taking in a deep breath to try and steady himself Merlin closed his eyes as if he was deep in thought. He could feel a slight pain in his side as a result of the vigorous run so he try and remember to actually come on time so he would be in the state her was now as he wasn't very comfortable at all.

Sighing Merlin finally stood up straight as his breathing slowed a little and became for of a quiet pant. He didn't mean to be late he was just no good at time keeping, which was one of the main reasons why he was often late for things. Though his latestness had never really got him sent to the stocks which he was quiet glad about as he had spent to much time in the horrible contraption anyway. Finally Merlin moved his gaze from the floor of the arena up to Arthur's face and he could instantly tell that he wasn't to please about his his lateness. 'Well I guess just gone on blown my chances sky high for having an easy train session today. Merlin thought to himself but when had any training session with Arthur ever been easy.

"Are you late?" Just by the tone of Arthur's he could tell he was going to give him a lecture about being late and then still torture him in the worst ways he could think of."You really are an idiot Merlin. If you weren't late, would I be fully dressed in my armor, ready to commence training?!" Glancing down at Arthur Merlin was quite surprised that Arthur had managed to dress himself in amour correctly as is was one of his jobs as Arthur's man servant to dress him in armour. Despite that fact that Merlin was about to be tortured or worse a small smile came to his face. "Wow... Arthur I never knew you could dress yourself properly. Maybe I should be late more often." Merlin said a he prepared for something to be thrown at him by Arthur.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Had Merlin really just said that to him?! Oh Arthur was certainly going to make him regret it. He glared at his servant before turning around and picking up a shield. Merlin knew Arthur extremely well, for Arthur's first instinct was to throw something at him . . . but instead, he decided to take a different approach with torturing his servant. After all, he had to be a little creative, otherwise it would be far too boring to torture him if he did not come up with various new ideas. Arthur picked up a large round wooden shield . . . the largest and heaviest he could find since he knew his servant did not posses great physical strength. He then shoved it at him, pushing it into his stomach, hoping it hurt a bit.

While Arthur disregarded any concern for Merlin's current difficulty breathing after all his running, that did not mean he did not notice it. He was going to take advantage of it. "Alright Merlin," he said, emphasizing his name. Arthur had to hold back an evil laugh . . . instead, he just smirked. "You are going to run around the perimeter of this field, the very edge," he explained, trying to make his course as long as possible. "Holding the shield up as high as you can, and run as fast as you can. Don't stop, not even for a second." Merlin had better think twice before not only being late . . . but mouthing off to him on top of that.

Arthur bent down and picked up a few daggers at a time before turning back to face Merlin. "Well? What are you waiting for . . . start running! Because whether you're ready or not, I'm going to start throwing." He positioned himself in a stance that suggested he was about to throw the dagger.