onepassingnight | ♔ 2 | The Other Side...

The rain is pelting down and the rocks are hard under Arthur's feet as he flees through the forest looking for somewhere to hide.

Behind him are thundering footfalls, the sound of a band of knights in pursuit.

Arthur picks a bad moment to look over his shoulder to see if his pursuers are gaining ground on him, suddenly he's tripping on a fallen log and tumbling down a steep embankment to the bottom, collecting any number of bruises and scrapes.

The wind is knocked out of him for a moment and he finds himself unable to move for a moment, which is long enough for faces to appear at the top of ditch, the knights of Camelot! Coming for him!

They have however, grouped themselves together and Arthur sees his chance. He scrambles to his feet and makes a desperate gesture, his eyes momentarily flash gold - so quick one would be hard pressed to notice - and a large heavy branch falls on top of the knights knocking them down.

It gives him precious time, time that he can use to escape...

If there even is escape.

Magic in Camelot will get you killed.

(OOC: No prizes for guessing the Chessboard flip - Arthur's warrior skills have been replaced by magic. He's now a Druid and an enemy of Camelot...)

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She hates rainy days. Nevertheless, Mercury somehow just knows all they're hunting Arthur for is the fact that he's as great as he is: his power, which they're jealous and fearful of just as the people of Earth were jealous and fearful of the immortals of the Moon Kingdom so long ago.

And so she puts herself on his side, this girl who wants to use her powers more openly, who refuses to call it cheating, as others call it, when she does.

Her eyes don't even turn golden. She simply looks up towards the hilltop, and a wall of impassable flame springs up to hem them in, burning nothing but the very air itself. Miraculously, or magically, the rain does not quench it. Some buried kindness makes her even give the men enough space not to be burned - if they stay still.

"This way," she calls out to Arthur, a call to safety. She makes sure the fire burns with thick smoke to keep the knights from spotting them as they both move.

[Perhaps--but there are some people who simply don't care if using magic in Camelot will get them killed.

And there are some who cannot stand to see someone persecuted for their talent, for being, simply put, different. Mao happens to be one of them.

His strong area isn't magic--that's reserved for swords--but he knows a few spells, all of which relate to ice. And since it's raining, this means he has quite a big advantage over the knights, as well as the element of surprise.

Certainly, anyone would be surprised if their companions were suddenly encased in blocks of ice. They'd be even more surprised to find a strangely-dressed young boy darting out of the shadows and landing at Arthur's side, sword in hand.]

have fire-user!Mercury :D

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