02-18-2011, 08:37 PM
John and Percival other two squires, able, fit young men, crowded around him. With a collective grunt, they rolled the older man onto his back. The two young men got to their feet while John pulled off Percival's helmet. John was the only one on the field making any noise. One sentence rang out, though, which caused laughter from the two other squires. It was "HE'S BREATHING! HE'S BREATHING!" And with the combined effort of the three, they hauled Percival to his feet. John gave a wave and it seemed like the whole arena breathed a collective sigh of relief. Percival was alive, but obviously not walking on his own. As they passed Sir Arthur, the three squires bowed their heads respectfully and mumbled hollow wishes of luck. Percival was quiet, however. His eyes were clouded with confusion as they carried him out of the arena.
Rosie was just as on edge as Azara, only her little hands weren't quite as destructive. Once Percival was up, Rosie took off. Without thinking, Rosie ran out of the box and down the stairs. She wanted to get to her father as soon as possible.
Naerwen's hands had jumped to her mouth and the only time they left is when Rosie took off. She gasped and stood quickly, making to go after the child.
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