The Sins Of Camelot

Chapter 1- The Beginning

A feint, A counter, sparks flew as the two knight's swords clashed, slowly and surely they were assessing each other, finding kinks in their armour,  the taller of the two knight's took the initiative and stuck with a blow of incredible force, sending the smaller knight tumbling, with reflexes like lightning, Petyr rolled to his feet and launched a stab towards Lancelot.

The King parried Petyr's sword and swung the hilt of his own into Petyr's neck, sending him to the ground, trembling Petyr took his helmet off, his dull gray hair stood up in spikes, sweat rolling down his pale skin "King Lancelot, I could of died!" Lancelot stood with the sun behind him, his short golden blonde hair seemed to be almost holy in the light, his laugh echoed, his light blue eyes seemed to glow with almost child like wonder "how can you call yourself a knight of the table Sir Petyr The Frozen, if you can't even stand a round with your captain, use your magic, show me your title"

He sat perched upon the giants shoulder, Gervesin's dark brown eyes scanned the buildings below, he knew The King was out here, always playing with his favorite, never had time for the broken, "Ysolt, can you take me closer to the gates?" Ysolt the Slayer was a fearsome knight, wielding a giant cleaver and shield she made short work of all who opposed her, she also was devoted to Gervesin,
"Why are you so determined to find the king out here? It's not like we are going to get a reward or anything" Gervesin screwed his face and sighed "it's not about reward, it's about catching him skipping duties, you heard the council, if he keeps running they will have to take the crown, I'm getting that crown, I will be king" before Gervesin could laugh, He heard an all too familiar sound, a war horn had begun echoing all throughout the city, Ysolt instinctively started running towards the gates, Gervesin's sword fazed into his hand, Camelot faced war once more.

Petyr took Lancelot's invitation and shot a ball of ice towards Lancelot and rolled away from the King, before he could fire a second blast, he heard the war horn, Lancelot walked guard "open the gates, only let me out, ill do this on my own" and with a wave of his hand the guard was sent off, "Petyr, practice that power of yours, it barely scratched my armour" Lancelot laughed "I'll be back my dear student" the gate slammed shut behind him.

Lancelot looked out at the scouting party, it consisted of maybe 200.. No 300 men, Lancelot rolled his shoulder "Did your king tell you about me, I'm King Lancelot of Camelot, or it may be easier for you savages to know me as Lancelot the Army Killer" with that an arrow hit Lancelot in the heart, blood spurted out of his mouth and he dropped to one knee, gurgling Lancelot dropped chest down, blood pooling around his lifeless body, a young scout ran forward to confirm what everyone knew, the party cheered in unison.

The scout turned away and begun walking towards the troup, "It's rude to shoot a man while he is talking" within an instant the young scout was face down in the dirt, his legs felt nothing but searing agony, the cheering stopped as they took in the scene that had unfolded, a previously dead Lancelot stood back up, dragging the barbed arrow through his chest, the hole healing almost instantly and the scouts legs, cleaved through, no one saw the knight even draw his blade, not one warrior stood straight, all horrifed of the monster that stood before them "I didn't get to tell you my other name, I am Lancelot the Immortal, I have brought countless armies to their knees, I'm the King of Camelot and you dear come knocking without invitation, filth, how have at me" Lancelot launched into battle, taking several heads off in the process with no heed to personal safety Lancelot swung his broadsword down onto the scouts shield with inhuman strength, the look in his eyes was no longer human, Lancelot changed his stance and begun spinning, using the scout as a baton crushing all who stood before him "is this the same party from before?! You are nothing but ants beneath Camelot's feet, how can you call yourselves warriors if you can't even kill one lowly man!" Lancelot slammed his sword into the ground causing the earth to explode outward, scouts flew away from him, before they could even touch the ground Lancelot had cut each and everyone, Lancelot laughed "well looks like I have my work cut out for me after all, who are you?"
"Lancelot, you are guilty of the sin of Pride, I, Vangloria, strongest of the 8 sins, shall cut you down!"