Gawain, The Blade

"Gawain?"

The knight turned around, touching the butt of his gun, Galatine, to be sure it was within emergency reach. Gawain shook a few curls out of his eyes as he looked around for the voice.

"Dude, are you okay?" The first voice spoke again; the pubescent crack hard to miss.

"Oh no, this is exactly what happened to Lancelot." This second voice was older but higher pitched.

"What the fuck?" Gawain hissed as they practically dragged him out of the bar. Perceval let go of his shoulder as Gawain turned to face the two men. "Who are you guys?"

Gareth frowned, "You don't remember us?"

"Clearly not," Gawain said.

"Well, this sucks." Perceval made a face.

"Look, Gawain, I know you don't like me and all – and I don't really care for ––"

"What are you talking about? I have no fucking idea who you are!" Gawain's hand tensed on the butt of his gun.

"Well, shit." Perceval mumbled before lunging toward Gawain and catching him by surprise. Gawain stumbled and the young attacked snagged the gun from Gawain's hip holster. He twirled it momentarily. "Most of us use the shoulder holsters, you know. Much more secure."

Suddenly his calm, cool voice changed,, and he was practically jumping up and down beside Gareth. "Didjya see? Didjya see? I bested Gawain! Wah-hoo!"

"Doesn't count. Now, shut up."

Perceval froze, "What?! Why not?"

"He's not in his right state of mind."

Gawain slowly raised his hands, "When crazy is holding a gun, I listen."

Gareth almost smiled. "Good plan, brother."

~Hammeh