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Lucan listened as the man accused the woman of stealing. He disliked the word ‘wench’ if it was used for offensive purposes. Of course, the woman was now stating her innocence to him. He believed her. He was going by evidence and his own judgement. He just hoped that he was right about this.
Lucan turned to the man and looked unimpressed by his actions. “Any quarrel you have will be with me”.

He knew that the man wasn’t exactly being truthful and that there was something else to this rather than stealing.
Now he was talking about not turning her in, but because Lucan had arrived then he was! How pathetic could anyone get? Lucan really detested these actions. They were neither honest nor honourable. Then again – men like this knew very little of those words.
“She has done nothing wrong, after all – all I saw was a woman walking innocently before being manhandled in the most wretched way. Now – may I suggest that you move on, before im forced to make a decision that I’d rather not?”

The man simply stared at him wide eyed – looking as though he was going to strike or worse. “You must be joking! It’s your job to keep wenches like this in line! In accordance with…”

“With what! Sir?” Lucan replied more angered. “You do not have any right to tell me how to do my job – let alone speak to me about accordance’s of any kind – now, I said move on”

As a response to his stern words, the man muttered something and then walked away from them. Lucan watching him incase he decided to turn back and start something else.
Once he was out of sight, Lucan turned back to the girl – gave her a curt nod and then turned and walked away.

There was nothing more to say about the matter.

It looked as though it wasn’t going to be as peaceful as Lucan liked. He was busy talking with some townspeople when the scene began to unfold.
A girl (oh brilliant!) was being hassled by a man. For what? Well that was what he was going to find out, but from what he’d seen whilst observing everyone around him during the conversation, she’d done nothing to offend.
Lucan knew that it was most likely over something petty – but he needed to ensure safety on both parties.

“If you’ll excuse me” he told the old woman he was talking to, keeping his eyes firmly on the man who now had a hold of the girls wrist. She looked terrified in his eyes. Very pretty too. Lucan wondered what on earth she’d done to make him treat her like this. He didn’t like to see the mistreatment of a woman, it wasn’t right nor was it clever.

He ventured over to where the pair was, a few people now seemed to be stopping and watching what was going on. Lucan stopped just behind the man. “Unhand the girl,” he ordered, “any problem you have with her you can take it through with me – because from what I saw, she didn’t absolutely nothing to insult you”

Lucan despised men like this – the ones who seemed to treat women like objects. “Now – What is the problem?”

Percival has sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeves!!! and Gwen's dress is amazing!

Lucan hoped that Arthur would hurry back with this dragon lord that was supposedly meant to be the answer to Camelot’s problems. He had been doing the same thing for five nights in a row. Attempting to kill the dragon in a hope that this would all end.
They’d tried various tactics. All of which had failed. Now it seemed like the dragon lord was the only hope they had.

Once again Lucan was out that evening, helping people to safety and protecting those who couldn’t fend for themselves. The familiar sight of bodies littering the square had only become too prominent over the last few days. Where people had tired to take refuge in the castle but hadn’t managed to make it in time. It pained him to see so many people suffering, and for what?

Around him people were running, some in the direction of their homes and other through into the castle. The castle itself wasn’t in good shape. The walls were crumbling and fires raged from the dragon’s wrath. He kept his sword to hand, just incase the best tried to have a go at him. Not that a sword would do any good. Nothing else had.

Something caught his eye as he looked around for anyone who may be alive amongst the bodies. A girl by the wall – or rather huddling against it for protection. Not that she would get any.

“Luc! We need to clear the square before anything else comes falling down!” Sir Yvain called to him

Lucan didn’t listen but instead hurried over to the girl, “Come on – quickly – before you’re hurt,” he told her.
He was sure that he could hear the dragon above, starting to make some more carnage for that evening. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, stating for her to run for the castle. He followed, making sure that she wouldn’t become one of the bodies on the ground, before turning back to venture into the square again.

“Luc! We need to get inside!” Sir Yvain called again

“You go! I’ll be fine!”

“Now’s not the time to play the hero! This thing is coming down on us any minute unless we don’t get inside!” Yvain shouted, looking to where bits of wall were starting to crumble slightly

“I said go on without me Sir Yvain!” Lucan yelled back angrily.

Yvain gave him a look. Lucan nodded and his friend turned and ran for the direction of the castle. He needed to see if the square was properly cleared. Yesterday they’d made the mistake of not doing so. As a result seven more townspeople had lost their lives
He ventured further; already he could see the death toll rising before him and a couple of people still running.

He could hear a deafening crack as he surveyed one last time and looked up, darkness then replacing his vision.

Lucan chuckled at Arthur’s statement. “I can offer her very little words, you know how I get like Arthur! I sweat and then I become self-conscious that I smell because im sweating and then I go all dizzy…” he tried to justify the situation hurriedly. “I…I just…well I just can’t talk to them! They think im weird enough let alone stumbling over my words in front of them” he sighed. He didn’t know why he was so shy around girls; it was just in his nature and something that had always been present in his persona since childhood.

“Of course I can see the benefits” he sighed, “I just…oh whatever! All I know is that you guys find it so easy and then there’s me stuck in the corner and not even having the courage to approach a girl”. He envied Arthur and the others sometimes. It was all well and good for them to speak with ease to the courts women, but for Lucan it was a challenge.

Lucan smiled weakly when Arthur practically told him to man up and approach a woman instead of just looking at her. “Watching seems to be all that I can manage. I hate feeling weak” he muttered the last part.

They carried on further into the forest. The noises becoming a little more clearer and louder. Yes, they were defiantly near. Lucan held up his spear, just incase the thing was to launch itself at the prince.

“You can’t expect to take that thing on by yourself? And with Merlin??!!” Lucan didn’t mean to sound so offensive but Merlin was no knight. “Arthur surely not? It’s suicide”.
He nodded at Arthur’s order anyway, “I will obey you – but if anything happens to you then im going to carry a far greater guilt than the others”. It was duty though, and duty also meant a duty to death should it ever come upon any of he and his fellow brother knights.

Lucan stopped and looked to where Arthur was to head with Merlin. “Right, I’ll join the others then” he nodded to the prince and started off in the direction where the group had gone.

Women…girls…err, yeah…

Not exactly a popular past time with Lucan – well it was, but the fact that he couldn’t so much stand next to a woman let alone talk to one was ridiculous for him enough! He chuckled at Arthur’s statement. “I don’t need a woman” he shook his head, “besides what would I have to offer her? And she to me? She’d spend all of her days nagging at me and then nagging about me when im six feet under – I haven’t even been introduced to this woman yet and already she’s driving me insane” he smirked, “anyway – my duties would take me away from her for most of the time so I suppose that would be a blessing in disguise if she turns out how I picture her.”

The snapping noises could still be heard – he saw Arthur gesture to the groups to split up and to hold steady. Lucan had been holding steady since they’d left the courtyard. If this beast was going to attack them, then he wanted to go out in style.
Arthur was now talking about how they could get drunk when they returned. He liked that. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea” he muttered, “and then I can drink you all under the table”. Lucan could hold his liqueur – well…some of the time…ok, not very often, but there was usually a competition between the group to see who would be the first to pass out. Usually he’d be the last between whomever he was challenging and then five seconds after he was declared the winner, he’d pass out. “Mind you – every time I stare aimlessly at a women she always ends up coming over and talking to me”

That was when he truly passed out! He didn’t know what it was about women, but they seemed to have about as much of an effect on him as thirty odd goblets of ale did.

“Do you want me to stay with you? Or head off in that direction?” Lucan asked directing to nowhere in particular, “I’ve got a feeling it’s somewhere around there” he pointed forwards – just ahead of them were some large rocks and a cave.

Time to start making preparations for his funeral.

They were picking up the trail slowly but surely – Arthur was pointing out various prints – obviously made by the beast – and keeping his eye out for anything that could pounce on them.

"If I didn't know any better Sir Lucan, I would start to think that you were getting scared,"

Lucan looked over to him and smirked, “Of course im scared, that’s why im here with this menace” he waved his spear above his head, “the day you see me scared Arthur, will be the day that a woman actually comes my way to talk to me” he laughed.
Both of them knew how impossible he found it to talk to a woman, let alone even breathe within their presence. Not because he was a ladies man – but because Sir Lucan, believe it or not, was quite shy around the opposite sex. At celebrations he just preferred to drink himself into oblivion and then pass out at a ridiculously early time of the evening. This either resulted in him being woken to drink even more or to be dragged back to his chambers.

“This makes me feel like a man” he smirked and spun his spear around a little more, “then again so does anything that’s sharp and pointy”.

Snap.

He stopped and looked around, the others also doing the same, swords at the ready just in case. Well it wasn’t more of a snap, but a crushing noise. “I refuse to believe that was a squirrel” he muttered to Arthur, “I think we’re getting nearer”.

Snap.

His grasp tightened around his weapons. The others seemed to be doing the same, as though any minute one of them would be taken. It was natural instinct as it made everyone feel as though they had something to protect themselves with.

“I hate hide and seek” he muttered again and looked at the ground. There was a few more tracks, and he was sure that everyone had the same thoughts popping into their minds.

It was near.

He trod carefully through the bracken – avoiding stepping on twigs (which was a little hard as they were in a forest) or anything that could make a sound.

The hunting party that he’d been out with the previous morning had been attacked by some kind of beast, with the head of a cobra and the body of leopard with scales??!! Lucan had immediately drawn his sword but had been forced to flee with the others. There was no way that anyone could single handedly take down a beast such as that.
The court physician had conformed that the creature was indeed forged by magic – a questing beast to be precise. Lucan had never heard of it before, but before today he’d never thought that a mythical beast could take on the form of a mixture of animals. Of course, the King had ordered for it to be hunted down and slain, despite the physicians warning that a bite was fatal – they’d set off that morning.

They’d spent at least half an hour trying to seek out the creature – it wouldn’t be hard, as the thing couldn’t exactly be missed! Sword drawn and ready to take down any obstacle, Lucan walked beside Arthur – occasionally looking over to check the Prince was still there and hadn’t been taken from under his nose. Over his dead body that it would happen.

“Do you think it’s still here?” he whispered to Arthur, looking around to see whether the others were following them, “we don’t exactly know if it stays in one place for long – just that we can’t let it nibble on us”

Nibble? That thing had eaten one of his friends alive the day before! He kept a firm grip on his sword and also the spear that he’d brought along. As long as he had enough sharp things then hopefully the beast would be dead within no time at all.

“This is ridiculous – where the hell is it? It’s not as though we’re looking for a tree in the forest!” he hissed, the beast stood out like a sore thumb and yet so far there was no trace.
If the party came back with no results then he was sure that Uther wouldn’t be pleased and would most likely send them out again until the thing was dead.